As Miguel’s platform lowered, your anxiety grew. You could tell from day one that Miguel O’Hara, your boss, didn’t like you. Or, you assumed he didn’t. Whenever you were around him, he'd stiffen like he was ready to pounce.

“Mierda, how stupid do you think I am?!” Miguel finally snarled when the platform connected to the ground. His muscular back was to you one moment, before he turned towards you with a snap, his body heaving with anger. “Where were you last night?!" He demanded.