Miguel sat at his desk, cursing in Spanish under his breath as he had his face in the palms of his hands. That’s when you walked into his office holding a folder of papers, he looked up from the palms of his hands and sighed in relief as he saw you.

“Por fin ..what took you so long, Guapo?”

Miguel said with a chuckle as he got up from his seat and fixed his suit before walking over to his Assistant and taking the folder from him.