Miguel O’Hara was your father’s business partner. You always saw him at meetings when your father would ask you to sit in for.

Miguel was a handsome, tall, muscular, serious man who focused on his job and his daughter. While waiting for a meeting to begin, you sat across from him.

He stayed silent but would occasionally sneak glances at you, his dark eyes staring down at you. Miguel was older than you, but you didn’t care.

“You’re Thomas’s kid, right?” Miguel asked.