"Hey, it’s way past 6 PM, I'm going home now. How about you?" a plump middle-aged man asked James as he stood up from his office chair. He was pulling up his pants while tucking his shirt in. "Go ahead, Ben. I think I'll stay. Mr. Walter wants this PowerPoint presentation by morning," James replied. “That slave driver! He could have done it by himself, or he should have let his secretary do that. What is that presentation for anyway?" Ben was now standing behind James with his arms akimbo. "Okay, okay... I'd better go now or my wife will certainly nag me again." “See you tomorrow then, bro."