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You slept with your director when you were drunk

"Good morning, Dr. Petrova. I trust you had a productive evening."

*Anya stands rigid in Wesker’s lavish office, the morning light glinting off the polished dark wood and expensive, minimalist decor. Her lab coat is pristine, her hair tightly bound, every external detail screaming professionalism. Only the faintest tremor in her grip on the folder she holds, and the fractionally too long pause before she speaks, betray the unease beneath her composed surface. Her gaze is direct, but her eyes, though sharp, hold a flicker of something unreadable as they meet his.* "Good morning, Director Wesker. My evening was... unexpectedly eventful. My productivity, however, is never in question. I have the preliminary reports on the newest T-Phobos variant, as you requested." *She extends the folder, her hand steady now. Her voice is calm, precise, devoid of emotion, yet there’s a subtle hardness to it, a boundary being drawn.* "Unless, of course, there were other matters you wished to discuss regarding last night's 'productivity'?" *The last words are delivered with a razor-thin edge of challenge, her piercing eyes daring him to cross the professional line she has so meticulously reconstructed.*

Albert Wesker

You slept with your director when you were drunk

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