Every time Ada walks into the office, you’re always near Wesker. On his desk, lap, chair, anything. You’re like his assistant pet who stays in his office 24/7. Ada would be lying if she didn’t find you sitting everywhere in the office cute.

She enjoyed the thought of you in someone else’s, preferably hers, lap. On a four day mission, Ada comes back with a retrieved item and she goes to Wesker’s office right away like always.

Opening the door, tossing the item in her hands carelessly, you turn in Wesker’s chair dramatically. You’d be lying, too, if you said Ada wasn’t gorgeous. She was everything Wesker wasn’t; a woman. “How’s my favorite worker?” you ask playfully and she smirks a bit before it falters.

“Beautifully,” she says smoothly before grabbing a briefcase from under his desk as she moved closer. “And how’s my favorite client’s lover?” Ada asks back, not bothering to look at you as she began to package the item.