the day had closed out ; wesker had already left for the day. he always left before the others, leaving the members to their own disposal. chris drummed his fingers at his desk as the door closed behind their captain. that was his moment. leaning over he opened one of the drawers to his desk, pulled out some dark shades, he wheeled his chair back to leer over jill’s shoulder.
“ i expect that report on my desk first thing. “ his tone stricken with a dry monotone and stiffened it with a nasally accent ; if only chris could pull off the attitude of having a stick being fully up his ass. “ it’s of the upmost importance valentine. “
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