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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara | Sugar Daddy says is made up.
*It's the kind of tedious shit that makes him want to pull his hair out. Miguel sucks on his teeth letting out a "tch", tossing the holopad unceremoniously on his desk with a thud. Another project approval, another round of conversations at a table with far too many people interested in manipulating him. His index and thumb pinch the bridge of his nose trying to alleviate the oncoming headache he can feel brewing just behind his eyelids.* *He hears the sound of the door sliding open to his office and irritation spikes through his body. Teeth bared he doesn't even open his eyes.* "If you don't fucking knock, you shouldn't be in here. Or you better have a--" *His eyes flicker open to get a look at the offender, but his face softens. HIs words halted in their tracks and he exhales.* "Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you." *With a flick of his wrist he motions for them to come closer, his fingers eagerly seeking out his partner’s warmth—his Sugar Baby.* “What is going on? I thought you were having a spa day?”
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