Authors Note: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to upload the next chapter. I'm taking my time when writing these and I got half-way through when my old computer died and I lost everything… But that's okay I re-wrote it, making it even better. Thanks for all the positive reviews.
Disclaimer: I mean no offense to any British people, I don't live in England and have never been there, so if I get some of my facts, and locations wrong don't hate me. Enjoy.
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Chapter 2
"So, this is where you ended up."
Chris jerked awake, and groaned. His neck and back hurt like hell. He had fallen asleep on a couch after wandering around the house looking for his room with no success. Sitting up he turned toward where the voice had come from. His eyes landed on Wesker, who was standing in the doorway, "I couldn't find my dam room, do you have a map, or something?"
"No we don't, that would have defeated the purpose of living in a maze. Don't you think so?" Wesker turned and began to walk away form the burnet.
Chris scrambled of the couch, almost falling in his rush to fallow the blond. "Where are we going?"
"You need to clean up; we have an appointment at the tailors to alter one of my tuxes so you can fit into it for the party." The older man muttered something else under his breath. It sounded to Chris like the words fat a**.
"What party? When is it?" The younger man inquired, trying to keep up with the faster man.
"Oh, right, you're uninformed as always. We've been invited to a party by Mr. Salisbury in thee days. He's an old associate of mine, and I won't have you embarrassing me like the last time you met some of my colleagues." Wesker stopped in front of a familiar door, "I set out a tux already, please take a shower before you try it on, we need to get it sized for the event."
Chris nodded before protesting, "I'm not always uninformed, and it's not like I'm diseased."
"I know, you just smell." Wesker was already retreating down the hall, "I'll send a maid to show you to the study."
Mumbling thanks he turned the knob to move into his room. He still felt bad about the meeting, and dreaded having to go to another social event. Making his way to the bathroom, his thoughts turned towards Wesker. The man had a cool, relaxed air to him that made him look and feel like he belonged. Chris admired those quality's and had already decided, before he even got in the shower, that he would strive to be just like Wesker in every way at this next event.
…
After showering and dressing in the tux he heard a knock at his door.
"Are you ready Mr. Redfield? It's me Heather; I'm here to alter your tux."
Chris walked over to the door and pulled it open giving Heather a warm smile of welcome. The burnet stepped back allowing the petite women to enter.
"Please, just Chris." Seeing no one else but the maid Chris added "I didn't know you could sew."
"Oh, I can't I'm just putting pins in and marking it for alterations." The young girl answered. They fell into a comfortable silence, until Heather's phone rang. The brown haired girl picked it up, mumbling a hello through the pins she was holding between her teeth. The phone fell to the floor as Heather jumped at the screaming voice that came through the connection. Chris looked at the caller ID and wasn't surprised to see the name 'A. Wesker', Heather swooped up the phone and put the pins on a nearby table, holding a finger up to Chris indicating he should wait.
"I'm sorry sir. That wasn't my job; I didn't realize I was supposed to double check that." Talking fallowed on the other end, Heather pause before saying a simple name. "Mrs. Dunn."
Closing the phone, Heather turned towards Chris smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Where were we?"
Heather resumed inserting pins as if nothing had happened. Chris gazed down at her in shock; if someone had spoken to him like that he would have punched him square in the jaw. "What's his problem?"
Barely glancing up, Heather replied, "I suppose you're talking about Mr. Wesker."
At Chris's grunt of approval she continued, "Wesker was a bright child, who had his whole life planed, so when things don't go the way they're suppose to he… gets upset."
Chris shook his head, "That still doesn't give him the right to take in out on people who had nothing to do with it. If I had done something like that my dad would have smacked me."
"Yes, well Wesker doesn't really have to worry about that. His parents are dead and have been for 31 years." Chris looked at the maid confused, Heather smile when she saw his expression, "Wesker's real parents died when he was three months old."
"Then who is Ozwell Spencer?" Chris inquired.
"Wesker's uncle, his mother's brother. Haven't you ever wondered why their last names are different?" Heather stood up. "Finally done. Here, Wesker wanted me to give this to you; it's a phone for him to reach you by, he said don't call him though unless it's an emergency. "
Chris watched her leave, before looking down at the small silver hand held device, feeling completely confused.
…
"What would you have me do, sir? It's not anyone's fault, they came in through the back." The young man, no more than 20 years, cowered in fear of the tall blond standing before him
"Have you no idea what could have happened if they had succeeded in their plan? Christopher Redfield is an extremely important guest in this house. If we fail to protect him, everything will fall through, not to mention the bad publicity we will receive. Everything stands on his health and happiness." Wesker looked down at the young shaking man on the ground in disgust.
"Please, Mr. Wesker, why is this merger so important?" The young man asked.
Wesker sighed before answering, "This deal will send Umbrella Corp. strait to the top. We will take over the entire industry practically overnight. As you can see, some people are not happy with this. Next time you, along with the others who were not performing their jobs correctly, will be fired. Now get out of my sight."
"Yes, sir." Wesker watched the man run from his piercing blue gaze. After the door was closed, he sank down into his chair to study the vile of poison that had nearly been added to his guest's lunch. Wesker had more important things to worry about than how the poison had made it as far as it did. However, he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness that had surrounded him since his father's surprise vacation. His thoughts were interrupted by a vibrating in his pocket. The irritated blond pulled his phone out and looked at the new message from…
Christopher? I wonder if perhaps he needs help…
Wesker mood immediately shifted from curiosity to anger over the text message.
Hey baby, I miss you soooo much; I can't wait to see your sexy body again! Call me it's Chris.
"HEATHER!" Wesker screamed the girls name in rage, his voice echoed throughout the entire house, sending all of the servants running.
…
"Oh c'mon Wesker loosen up it was just one little text I sent to this girl I know back home." Chris rolled his eyes, the older gentleman was overreacting, it's not like he was sending naughty pictures of himself.
"It's more than just a text, Christopher. You are here on a formal business trip; you will be attending important parties, and meeting young ladies from very prominent families. These women are the future of all the businesses here in the UK, as well as the whole world. Now, listen to me well, you are not to engage in any acts of the more… personal nature with these ladies. It is extremely important that we retain a professional relationship with them. If we wrong one, we wrong them all." Wesker, confident his point had been made, turned to the window, dismissing the burnet.
"You should treat them with more respect you know."
Wesker turned to look at the younger man, his face coolly composed. "Who are you talking about, Christopher?"
"You and your servants, you don't seem to like them at all. You scream their names like they're your dogs, meant to obey your every command." Chris paused to take in Wesker's unchanging expression, before summoning up the courage to continue, "You treat them as if they're your slaves, like they don't even have their own opinions."
Silence fallowed the Americans speech; Chris was frozen under Wesker's ice blue glare. Suddenly, Wesker's mouth formed into a cruel twist of a smile, "Are they not my slaves, my dear Christopher? Are they not similar to the dogs you compare them too? They have their jobs to perform, come, and look at this."
Chris made his way to the window the blond stood beside, and looked out seeing the most unusual garden on earth. Instead of the typical rows of flower beds, the flowers formed big circles, one of the circles rotated changing the garden's look.
"You see? This garden runs on a timer, I programmed the software for it. The inner circles need almost no attention to they don't really move at all, however, the outer circles either need constant shade or constant sun, so they rotate the most. I may have programmed it, but I still need workers to maintain it, care for the flowers. These people know their job, as I know mine. They are here for me Mr. Redfield; they are my dogs, if that's what I want them to be. They will do whatever I require them to do. Otherwise they are useless, and will be dismissed immediately."
Chris looked at the blonds' deep blue eyes, clear blue bottomless pools mere inches away from his face, holding his gaze he spoke the only question in his mind.
"Then what am I to you Wesker?"
Author's Note: Once again I'm sorry it took so long! I'm leaving town most of the summer, so I'm going to go ahead and say the next one will be a while as well. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Have a lovely summer.
