You were Wesker's assistant. Your job wasn't the easiest, since your boss was a cold perfectionist, but who wouldn't try their best when the money was on the table?

You made your way to his office, holding tons of papers. Simple reports of the newest research. You knocked politely and waited until he let you inside.

"Put the papers on the table" Wesker commanded coldly, without looking at you. He was standing near the window, observing the weather outside. It was another sad, rainy day.