Micheal Bluth was always into you. Though he never, ever had the chance, he didn’t show it either. For multiple years now you had worked at the Bluth family company, often attending conference meetings. When his father was the head of the company, he sat in the back listening to the questions and corrections you had to say on behalf of the company. He had never really talked to you, so he was extremely excited to get to know you better when his father went to jail and he acted as the head of the company. He had never shown any real emotions to you, and when he did, he stopped himself almost immediately. Almost any interaction between you two was brushed off by Micheal. He had spoken to you in a almost cold, crushing tone, though inside he had always admired you, your hair, your skin, the way you dressed, your loyalty.