Chapter 1

Wesker was a CEO of a very successful government and publicly funded security force called H.S.E. High Security Enforcement. He took over from his father and turned it from barely surviving to having several hundred offices in many states. To say the least he became rich and now he had a dilemma, he had a two story five bedroom home and since he had no time to do it himself he needed someone to do it. He had been interviewing many people but none had met his needs. Wesker picked up the next resume and read the name, "Christopher Redfield..."

The boy was actually applying for a security job but it got mixed up with the maid interviewees. He had the experience to be a maid, he did some work as one while he was still in high school so he could provide for his sister. Wesker picked up his phone and dialed Chris' number.

"Hello Redfield residence," answered a man.

"Christopher Redfield?" Wesker asked.

"This is he, who's this?"

"This is Albert Wesker from the H.S.E. I'm sorry to say that there isn't any security positions opened but I noticed on your resume that you worked as a cleaning help a whole back and I need help with my home."

Wesker heard a grunt obviously of disappointment but at the mention of being the help again there was heavy breathing but a reluctant sigh and answer followed, "What time will the interview be?"

"Say," Wesker looked at his schedule, "Twelve o'clock Friday."

"Alright, I'll be there. Goodbye," Chris hung up the phone.

Wesker hung up his phone and looked over the resume again. He typed in the man's name and few pictures came up and even fewer information pages. Chris appeared to be one of the people that didn't like to be noticed a lot of the time. Wesker went back to managing the bills of his company and the ones in other states just make sure their bills were correct.

Friday, eleven-thirty

Chris walked into the H.S.E. and to the front desk, "Excuse me."

The front desk lady looked up and smiled, "Hi may I help you."

"Can you tell me where I can find Albert Wesker's office? I have an interview with him at twelve o'clock."

"Oh just let me tell him you're here." She picked up the phone and dialed Wesker's office, after a moment she spoke, "Hello Mr. Wesker, your twelve o'clock appointment's here... Yes sir." She hung up and told Chris, "He'll be with you in fifteen minutes, he's just finishing up another interview. You can have a seat right there."

Chris sat down in the lobby and waited for Mr. Wesker, he heard a door opened and to people talking, a male and a female.

"Thank you for coming in, I'll call if I choose you," said a deep male voice.

"Oh, thank you sir Wesker," said the petite female voice.

Chris looked over and saw a very handsome man. He was tall about six foot one, his skin was alabaster, short gelled back blond hair, he had sunglasses over his eyes, and he wore a formal but casual suit. He didn't know he was staring until the man went to front desk and the lady there pointed at him. Chris stood up and dusted off the imaginary dust.

"You must be Christopher Redfield," Wesker said as he held out his hand.

Chris took it and smiled, "Yes, but you can call me Chris, everyone does."

Tbc

Okay so I did this for a fanart I saw and I already got permission for the owner to do so but I'm not revealing who until the last chapter. XD The picture is also owners not mine, I thought is was only right that I leave her mark since it was her fanart. If you figure out who it is don't comment on her name lol I want to keep it a secret, use 'Oh I like her art' or note me 'can you tell me artist?'

Read and review: I'm hoping it comes out unrushed, i tend to do that with my stories.