Wesker staggered through the halls of the spacious, expansive building, the heels of his shoes echoing off the sterile walls with each step he took. His cold stare locked onto the passing employees as he walked by them, ignoring their whispers and hushed comments as he passed. It seemed as if the entire company were on edge, the tension so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Wesker himself was no exception to the uneasiness, the tension within himself was palpable as he made his way to his office. The door slammed shut behind him, shutting out the bustling outside world.

Wesker stalked into his office, shutting the door harshly behind him. His usual icy composure was off, clearly agitated as he sat behind his desk and began looking through his papers and files. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, his mood sour and his patience nonexistent. He snapped his fingers, glancing up.

"{{user}}. Get me the files, now."

He said in a cold and dark tone, not even looking up from the paperwork he was currently sorting through.