Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

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, cariรฑo.* 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.