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Personal Calls
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Dark brown eyes flicked restlessly to the clock on the far wall. It had only been 10 minutes since Chris Redfiled had received the e-mail, and despite his best efforts to wait until after his shift was over to get more information, he just couldn't sit still.
It's a joke. His friend was just yanking his chain. His sister would never be involved with such a thing.
Chris turned back towards his computer terminal and placed his hands nervously on the keyboard trying once again to finish writing his report. Slowly his fingers clacked across the keys in an odd rhythm.
A few more minutes passed in this fashion before Chris found his gaze once more straying to the other open screen on his monitor. A small bead of sweat formed near his temple as he stared. His finger twitched slightly and before he could stop himself he clicked on it and once again read the message.
Chris was unaware but as he continued to read his left eye twitched spasmically and his feelings of anxiety rose another notch.
That's it.
He nervously raised his head, his eyes darting nervously around the S.T.A.R.S. office. Barry and Jill were over at another desk leaning over some papers and quietly conversing amongst themselves. Brad was fiddling with another computer that had shut down earlier and Joseph was busy eating his lunch. But it was Captain Wesker's partially opened door that Chris was eyeing intently.
If he strained his ears enough he could hear him shuffling papers around. Very carefully Chris lowered himself in his chair and reached for the phone on his desk. If he was going to do this he would have to be quick and efficient but overall extremely silent.
He punched in a number and waited.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Nervous anticipation filled him as a familiar voice on the other line answered.
"Hello Claire?" He whispered.
"…"
"It doesn't matter why I'm whispering listen I just need you to tell me something."
Minutes ticked by as Chris lowered himself against his desk further speaking in hushed tones.
"No…Claire? No…"
"…"
"Loo—no it doesn't matter how I found out. Would you just—yes I know, that's not what I mean!"
"…"
"The answer is no Claire! I forbid it!" Chris hissed vehemently into the phone. Several pairs of eyes shot up to stare questioningly at Chris. Smiling nervously Chris nodded his head at his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members before discreetly turning his chair in the opposite direction of their probing eyes.
"No baby sister of —how does this have anything to do with being sexist?"
"…" Chris sighed frustrated. A vein on his head throbbed as he massaged it with his free hand.
"I don't care if it's for charity no sister of mine is going to judge an amateur strip night!!" Chris yelled while simultaneously bringing his free hand down slamming it against the top of his desk, momentarily forgetting that he was trying to be quiet.
"Redfield!" A sharp authoritative voice rang out.
Chris froze his frustration dropping at the sound of a very annoyed S.T.A.R.S. Captain.
Shit.
He slowly lifted his head and locked gazes with his Captain who was standing near Jill and Barry.
"You can lecture your sister on your own time. Get to work." Wesker commanded before striding back into his office once more.
"Yes Sir." He mumbled goodbye to his sister but not before promising that he would call her again. Placing the phone back in its cradle Chris turned to his computer again. He shot a glare at Joseph Frost as he heard the man snicker.
Angrily he began typing with a little more force than necessary.
Damn Claire.
He was so going to get her.
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End~
AN: I don't know why or how this came to me. But it did. Please tell me what you think :3