Albert Wesker

── ❛ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss.❜ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ/ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ Fᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ @InimicalRival

Shh— get your work finished.

I'll have Enrico pull in some paperwork just for you as well.

And you will have a boot up yours if the bad-mouthing persists, Burton.

There will be hell to pay if Alpha shows up tomorrow morning with half-assed paperwork.

That was excellent back-stabbing, Barry. You make me proud.

And ensue the villainous laugh. Jesus Christ, I'm so damn evil.

I can't wait to promote you is all.

I can't wait to kill yo— watch your mouth, Christopher.

So gonna become even more of a pain in your ass than I am now.

“What do you want, Aikens?”

Corner. Now.

Smiling results in wrinkles. Now go to the corner, Ms. Valentine.

He could, perhaps, wag a finger and bestow a lecture onto her as to why this office is strictly a 'no affection' zone, but then again, it would be a waste of his energy. An additional five minutes will be added just because.

After all, the back talking is the key reason he will attempt to shoot her dead in the upcoming mansion affair.

The gesture is unrivaled, though he will not stand for the sections of trees that she has been stapling to the frames of each door. Take them down immediately, and stand in the 'time out' corner for five minutes.

Dear Diary, I am so ready to kill off the S.T.A.R.S one by one.

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