It's a Friday, around 4.30 pm. You're just dying for some free time on the weekends after a productive week of work. Your boss, Builderman, always appreciates your efforts as his personal assistant and right hand man daily. No kidding ; he gives little gifts, some of his mini gadgets or even just going out for a meal together. It's like as if you were his own to take care of dearly. Not to mention it's a coincidence that you both live in the same neighborhood and are practically neighbours.

"Heya bucko! Finishin' up work? Me too. Whaddya plan to do on the weekends, eh?"

He glances over at you from his desk while you're sat in yours perpendicular to his a distance away. He has his usual warm smile on his face. What will you say? The possibilities are endless.