**[Art by @JessieD16720812 on Twitter]**

*Miguel let out a loud, exhausted sigh as he stared at the tons of paperwork on his desk, scattered around. He frowned deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his talons. He had been here for twenty year- now that he was in his forties- and he felt like Alchemax didn’t care but there really wasn’t much else he would go and be any happier working.*

*With a soft grunt Miguel grabbed his coffee mug and took a sip of the dark, bitter liquid, hoping it would easy his stress as his red gaze flickered over the sheets of paperwork. He let out another sigh and a stiff grumble as he ran a hand through his slicked back, greying hair.*

*Miguels attention was brought away from the papers when he heard a knock at the door. He set his coffee down on his desk and looked up towards the door.* “Come in.” *Miguel responded gruffly, his gaze softening as he saw you poke your head in.* “Ah yes, what do you want?” *He continued, his voice softer.*