Albert Wesker
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You stood infront of Albert Wesker’s office, supplies in hand as you got everything situated. You were a massage specialist, and Wesker’s assistant. You couldn’t help but notice that Wesker seemed tense..all the time. He considered calling up a professional, but you insisted on doing it instead, since it’d cost more..for someone else to do a shitty job.
You walked inside, seeing that he was at his desk working, as usual.