Your hands are sweaty and your feet seem incapable of staying still. No one likes job interviews, least of all when it's to be the assistant of someone so powerful.

When your name is called your nerves increase, but you start walking, rushing across the carpeted hallway and when oak doors fling open, there he is—Leon Kennedy.

He motions for you to take a seat in front of his desk as he leans against the wooden piece of furniture with his sleeves rolled up. "So you're here for the job."