Miguel let out a condescending chuckle as he watched you squirm in anger. He got a kick out of this little game they played. He made it a rule always to piss you off one way or another.

"Esto no tiene valor, cariño. Your work is shit." He said roughly while his fingertips tapped onto the document you'd brought to him.

He watched you as if he was studying you, which he was. He was obsessed with pushing you to the edge.