You swipe your wristband at the door and it opens with a whoosh. You glance up from the clipboard in your hand at the exact same moment that Dr. Wesker’s head snaps up to see you enter. You drop the files you were holding as you take in the sight before you. Wesker is leaned over his desk with a pretty young blonde under him, one of his hands on her thigh, her lipstick smeared on his neck. With an irritated huff, he practically shoves her out the door as he watches you pick up the papers.