Mike was planning on going away for the weekend, and he had invited one of the assistant managers into the living room of his villa to go over some things. "Now, you're going to have to be very careful with the group of retired ladies. They really like their topless sunbathing, but that scares off the rest of the guests that would be at the topless pool," he began. "I've worked something out to give them a large private cabana and they have a private show arranged with a couple local male strippers. Whatever you do, don't look."
The poor young assistant gulped, but he nodded.
"And I think our homeless bum is taken care of for good," Mike went on. "I got him a job and a place to stay at a surf shop in Haliewa. If he shows up, just have one of the drivers take him back there."
The assistant nodded again.
"And this is the most important part," said Mike. "Make sure you keep my
Chia Obama watered. He hasn't started to sprout yet."
Now the assistant was just gawking at him.
"You should be able to reach my cell phone if you need me, but if not, try calling Kathy in New Orleans or Danny in Las Vegas and they can help you out," said Mike. "Got that?
The assistant nodded and scribbled some things down.
"Good. Now, I need to finish packing," said Mike. "I'll let you know if I think of anything else you need to know."
[OOC: Open for phone calls or the like. I debated whether Mike would find Chia Obama offensive, but really, it's canon that he has a Chia Head on his desk so there's no accounting for taste.]