Excella Gionne applied her last coat of thick mascara, as she glanced into the mirror. Batting her eyelashes, she admired how nice she looked in the sleek blue dress. Her glossy ebony hair was down for once, and she was positive that she would catch the eye of Albert Wesker. He ignored her every flirt, pick up line, and attempt to get closer; he barely made eye contact with her, and rarely acknowledged her. Excella hoped to change this, she wanted Albert. He was handsome, cunning, evil, and intelligent; he was the perfect match for a woman like her, for she liked power, status, and men.
As she put in her heavy diamond earrings, Excella glanced one last time at the mirror, she had never looked better.

"I look wonderful" she reassured herself before walking toward the laboratory. She held her head up high, a smirk manifested on her lips as her high heels clicked against the metal flooring in a fast paced, steady beat. She saw Albert in the distance, his gelled back, ash blonde hair was hard to miss. He sat in a chair, with his one gloved hand massaging his left temple. His face was cross, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Excitement built up inside of Excella just at the sight of this man. She flipped her hair, and came up behind him resting her hands on his shoulders. "Hello Albert, How are you?" she asked seductively, smiling down at the man.

Wesker didn't reply, nor did he move. He sat still like a statue for a moment before he slowly wheeled around to face Excella. He eyed her up and down, observing what she was wearing. Excella smirked and rested a hand on her hip as she watched him eye her. However, his face remained stern, and in a nonchalant tone he asked "Why are you dressed so ridiculously?"

He folded his arms across his chest with a not so amused look on his face.

"Well, Albert, I thought you would like to see me.", she stammered as she felt her cheeks flush with color, she tried to maintain eye contact with the man. Wesker raised an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed with her actions.

"We are work partners, not lovers" he snapped.

"You said I was worthy!" Excella exclaimed, her smile disappearing.

"I said 'perhaps you have', there is a difference between 'yes' and 'perhaps'" Wesker told her. As soon as those words hit her, Excella felt like she had been punched in the stomach. It hurt, and she was not expecting him to act in such a way.

Wesker lowered his sunglasses a bit and looked her in the eye. "Could you make yourself useful, and fetch Jill for me? I have a little task for her" he said with a smirk.

"Yes, of course" Excella told him as she hurried out of the room.
Wesker let out a long chuckle. "What a foolish lady. She's done her part; Uroboros is complete. I have no need for a cling on. Now, to find an amusing yet discreet way to dispose of her...she'll never see it coming!" he told himself, chuckling some more. "I do not need anybody, now that I have Uroboros."