Sitting in my chair I finish up the last of my notes from today and sign out. Rolling my neck, I get up from my desk when my phone rings. The groan that left my lips was a nervous one as I saw the number that show up on that little screen was Gordon Littz, the CEO of the company. If he was calling me, it was intentional because he knew I was still here in the building. Taking a breath, swallowing tightly, I picked up the phone.
"Good evening, This is Elodie Buchanan, I.T, How are you, Mr. Littz?" I answer and internally beg for this to be a quick phone call.
"Evening Miss Buchanan. I am well. I apologize for the late call but I was wondering if you could come to my office for a few minutes of your time."
So much for my hope of just a quick phone call. Glancing at the clock again I manage to keep my exhaustion held in check. "Is there a problem, sir?" I ask as I faintly hear the sounds of some papers shuffling vaguely on the other end.
"Not exactly. I have a few notes here I would like to discuss as well as some concerns regarding employee codes and thought it best to discuss it in person."
O..kay? I nodded and reached over for my bag.
"Of course sir. I just have to gather my things and then I'll head right on up. Do you need me to bring anything? My tools, my handheld?" I ask as change my shoes from my work to my runners.
"Thank you for the thought, but no. I have everything I need here."
"Alright. I'll be up promptly, sir."
"Very well. See you in a few minutes."
"Yes sir." Hanging up the phone I finish gathering my things. Tossing my windbreaker over my arm I slide my work shoes under my desk and lock up my access USB in my drawers and lock it with my keys before putting them into my bag. Instead of heading to the stairs like I would to go home, I head back to the elevator and call for it. A few of my colleges are walking from the breakroom to their desk and say a quiet goodnight as I walk into the small box once again. As it rises, I look to my phone and blow out a breath at the time. I hadn't eaten anything since I had taken my lunch break, and yet, I wasn't feeling hungry. Just exhausted. I close my eyes, just to rest them for a minute and let the lull of the elevator rising in floors bring me a small moment of peace before the doors open again.
This floor is completely empty and dimly lit, save the one office with frosted glass windows at the end that was illuminated from the inside. Not even Littz's secretary was around. He must have let him go home early. The quiet is back, but this time, something has nerves skittering up my arms. I get about a few feet from the door when my hand is raised to knock when I hear voices on the other side.
"-the time draws near. We are close to perfection, but there is zero margin for error." The voice faded away for a second before coming in clearer a second later. "-boros is on the eve of its appearance."
Zero margin for error? Appearance? What...? Schooling my face and swallowing tightly, I raise my hand and knock a few times. A curt 'yes?' has me opening the door and peering in. The first thing I see is Littz at his desk, his oval face with a rounded jaw that moves side to side a little in thought, hooked nose, and large lips that are pressed tightly together. His dark brown eyes are hooded from his thick eyebrows. He has very short, fine, dark hair that is thinning, and has a pencil moustache that reminded me of French waiters in stuck up restaurants. No suit jacket though, just his dress shirt and his tie loosened.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" I push my glasses up as he motions me in.
"Yes, please come in. Close the door behind you." I step gingerly in and turn to close the door when I see another man in the room, his back resting against the corner wall.
"Punctual." He turned his head to Littz who glanced to him. "I like that."
"Thank you?" It was all I could manage as I took another step deeper into his office.
"Forgive me, Elodie Buchanan, this," Littz gestured to the tall man who stood in the corner who I now took a good look at. He had pale white skin and blond hair that was slicked back, he wore a long black coat that reached his ankles. Black boots, black pants, black gloves and a posture that gave me a sense of unease in my stomach that left me swallowing tightly, "is a big partner in our merger from 2 years ago." I didn't miss the slight stress on a few words from Littz as I looked back to the blond-haired man. "Albert Wesker."
He finishes and I feel my blood cool as my eyes went from my boss to now, the man who, from what I have only read mere whispers about, was stirring things he shouldn't in the bio-weapon black markets.
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