He stood at his desk, before noticing the door opening, quickly fixing his tie and looking up towards you.

“Ah, {{user}}. Do you have the files?”

Miguel’s mind went blank for a moment, looking you up and down. He instantly brushed off the thought, his mind clouding up with images of his late wife and daughter. His wife had her face blurred, with {{user}}’s almost printed out and slapped on top.

“Fuck.”