Author's note- hello everyone here is the next update, thanks to everyone who has read, and left a review, I really do appreciate the support :) thanks so much for the kind words too, I will try my best.

As for your question, since this is an alternate universe story Wesker will not be in the STARS. Actually I will use some familiar characters from the game (which I do not own) but they will play different roles in the story that will not reflect their roles in the game. Hope that answers your question.

Chapter three: I want you

"So... who did you have to sleep with again?" I rolled my eyes and took a bite out of my cheesy cheeseburger. Rebecca was my best friend, but right now she was annoying the hell out of me.

"You know, that get's funnier every time you say it" I said plainly with my mouth full. I scooped a few French fries and dipped them into tangy ketchup.

"It's not every day a college undergraduate gets a job with Umbrella." She said and dipped a fry into her vanilla shake and I cringed.

"Yeah well, it isn't much of a job. I'll probably become best friends with the copy machine and with the people at the coffee shop." I said already imagining how lame it was to be a personal assistant. It's been three days since my interview and I already forgot his face. Albert was a smudge in my memory and no matter how hard I tried to remember his voice, his grin, all I can seem to remember is the color of his eyes.

"At least you have a job. I'm still searching." Rebecca took a mouthful of grilled chicken, along with a few salad greens.

"I'm sure you'll find something…" I trailed off. I shifted myself, trying to find comfort over my living room floor. Chris had come over to visit, he had brought my favorite Chinese takeout and we watched an old Kung Fu movie together, the kind that he likes and I hate. But at least I spent time with him, it's hard to see him now a days and I find myself missing him more. After all, he's all I got.

"Hey, pass the controller will ya? It's too quiet" Rebecca snatched the TV controller away from my hand and turned it on. An Umbrella commercial for headache medication was just ending, the Umbrella logo appearing at the corner of the screen.

The symbol alone reminded me of him, the thought of Wesker both scared me and excited me at the same time. And in a few days I'd be working for him.

"Helloooo? Are you spacing out on me again?" Rebecca waved her hand in front of my face.

"What?"

"Isn't that you're future boss or whatever?"

My eyes widened as I focused on the TV screen. Albert Wesker was actually on TV! My heart began to pump when I read the news headline that scrolled repeatedly across the bottom of the screen.

"Umbrella's CEO, Oswell E Spencer, found dead in his Estate in the Arklay Area"

It was then that my memory finally cooperated, clicked like a light bulb over my head. I remembered asking Albert if he was CEO and then he had responded that he wasn't but would be soon. But then… what was I getting at?

Even from the screen I can see his jaw was tight, he walked out of the building, Umbrella's privately contracted security service keeping the reporters away from him.

Reporter 1: "Mr. Wesker! Please a moment of your time!"

He ignored them.

Reporter 2: "After the public dispute, some are saying that Lord Spencer's death was no accident. What do you have to say about that?"

Wesker's sunglasses reflected the lights from all the cameras flashing in his face, but still no answer.

Reporter 3: "Spencer announced his plans for Umbrella's future, will you honor his wishes?"

In an instant Wesker made it to his SUV and the vehicle sped away. A lump had formed in my throat, where they actually suspecting him of murder? Was he even capable of that?

I looked over at Rebecca, her chicken salad untouched, abandoned like my cheeseburger.

"Are you sure you want to work for that guy?" she asked after a moment.

"It's not like he killed anyone…" I said almost defensively. Rebecca shook her head.

"That dispute, did you see it last week?" she asked me and I looked away.

"No, you know I don't like watching politics and news." I reminded her.

"Claire! It's your job now. You have to know everything there is to know about Umbrella, how else are you supposed to work for them!" She scolded and luckily for me, the phone rang.

I unfolded my legs and quickly got to my feet. Walking over to the phone I cradled it to my face.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, may I please speak to Miss Claire Redfield?" Oh no! It was Stacey, I remembered her voice.

"I'm Claire"

"Hello Claire, I'm sorry for calling in the evening but it seems we might need you to begin work sooner than we thought."

"Oh, like when?"

"Well I was hoping you'd be free now"

Chills ran up and down my spine. No! That's what I wanted to say, and after what just happened it might have been the smartest thing to say but then why couldn't I say no?

"Yes now is fine" Shit! Me and my mouth.

"Great! Just come see me at the front desk. I'll be waiting and thanks once again for coming in in such a short notice."

"No problem" I finally said and hung up the phone. My tan colored coat was flung over my desk chair. I lifted it up and shrugged it on.

"Hey I'm going out, mind locking up when you're done?" I called over my shoulder.

"What? Where are you doing?"

"To work"

The city lights were just beginning to turn on making the sky look a pale grey. I considered myself a hazard on the street, driving while deep in thought is not a good idea but somehow I managed to find a parking spot at Umbrella's main parking structure.

I stayed in my car for a moment my hands still gripping the steering wheel. I was seriously considering quitting before I even started. Every part of me told me that I should drive away and not take this job, run the hell away from Umbrella. But the CEO… what was his name? Spencer something? He was dead, and that means I was now to become assistant to the person who owned an international cooperation worth billions of dollars and it so happened that he made me squirm like a little girl.

Against all gut feelings I pushed my door open and dragged myself out of my car. Crossing the same path I did three days ago, I couldn't help but to feel weird. Maybe it was just the darkness, I haven't seen this place at night before. Walking into the main lobby again, I was relieved to see that it was less busy than it had been when I first walked in here for my interview.

Stacey saw me and smiled "Miss Redfield that was quick"

"Yeah… I guess it's a perk to live nearby. So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Sorry. I'm not sure if you watched the news but things are going to be quite hectic for a while…" she finished saying.

"Yeah I heard. So what exactly happened?" I needed to know the truth, somehow I felt that knowing would put me at ease. Stacey laughed a little, but I could tell it was more of a nervous laugh.

"You'll find out rather quickly that we employees don't ask questions. So I can't really tell you no more than you already heard on the news." Her answer made me go cold. They didn't ask?

"Why?" I asked impulsively

"The only people who know anything about this corporation are the people in Upper Management. That's exactly how they like it and how it's going to stay." She said and the phone began to ring at her desk. "I'm sorry I have to take this. Just go into the Assistant Chief's office. I trust you remember where it is?"

I nodded yes, though I doubted I remembered. These Upper Management people all sound like a bunch of snobs. Ok, Assistant Chief's office… I took a moment to try and remember where that one guy had led me, I even forgot his name. I walked through a few hallways and I think I recognized a hall lined with doors.

Then I remembered the elevator. I guessed what floor to go to, but I must have guessed right because I remember all the glass. Once again my pulse began to rise once I saw the same door I had stepped through three days ago. Would Wesker be in there?

I stopped in front of the door and almost opened it. Knock, I had to knock first.

"Come in"

I frowned, I didn't recognize the voice, did Albert have company? Walking in, my eyes met with two men, one much older and one that was a lot younger maybe my age if not a little younger. Despite the age difference between them, they both wore clean white lab coats.

"Who are you?" The older man asked.

"I'm Claire Redfield, the Assistant Chief's personal assistant." I said almost questioningly, I wasn't even sure what the hell was going on.

"Ha! Well whatta' you know Will, you have an assistant" the younger boy laughed. The older male gave him a scorning look.

"My name is William Birkin, and this here is Steve Burnside." William said and gave me a tight smile. I don't think he was used to smiling much, or sleeping, his eyes seemed almost sunken in, bags beginning to form beneath his eyes.

"Nice to meet you" I automatically responded. And then there was silence, the kind that was very awkward. I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk out or what but luckily William spoke up.

"Why don't you stay here Steve, I'll go find the 'Assistant Chief'" I could hear the quotations on his last words.

"Yep" Steve answered and oddly enough, he hasn't stopped staring at me since I walked into the room. "So… you're new here?" he asked grinning like a wolf.

"Yeah, and you? You look a little young to be a scientist." Finally someone I feel like I could intimidate in this place.

"Ouch. I'm an intern actually, for the guy that just left the room, who happens to be Umbrella's top researcher." He said as he smiled widely. I had to admit, he was cute, in a boyish kind of way, but way too arrogant.

"Impressive" not really, "I guess we'll both be working for important people then, seeing that I'll be working for the CEO now." I wasn't too sure about that but it sounded good.

"Really? Didn't you just say that you were the Assistant Chief's assistant?" He said leaning against the desk in the middle of the room.

"Well since Wesker is taking over-"

"Wait wait… Albert Wesker as CEO, now that's a scary thought." Steve interrupted, "Who told you he was taking over?"

"I… well I thought since…" I fumbled for an explanation.

"Spencer's down and out for sure, but that doesn't mean anything is decided yet. No one knows who'll be taking his position." He explained and sounded confident. How can someone younger than me know more… I totally suck.

"Steve!" Someone yelled from outside the office, William I think.

"Well, gotta go, father is calling…" Steve jokingly said as he moved to the door, but stopped and turned to face me. I folded my arms across my chest, "Hope to see you again" he said and actually winked at me. Then he disappeared. I smiled wide, nice to see I have a fan around here.

I quickly realized that I was alone in the room. Did they call me in just to stand around? I turned around and looked at the leather seat across from me, the one Wesker had sat in. Crossing the room I traced a finger over the top of the chair. I wonder…

Pulling it out, I took a seat in it. I found it easy to visualize him, the memory of his face still fresh from watching him on the evening news. I remembered how he had licked his lips, eyes piercing right through me, into me. Into me. Oh god, my thoughts were going south. Fantasizing wasn't usually what I did for fun, but right now it was begging me to partake.

How would it feel to have him here in his office, sitting on his lap, biting into his lower lip? I grinned a wicked grin.

"At least one of us is having a good time."

My heart stopped, and my blood ran cold. That voice, I'd recognize it anywhere! In a frenzied panic I looked around but didn't see anyone. Holy shit was I hearing things now?

"Look up Miss Redfield."

Swallowing hard, I looked up at the direction of the voice. In the corner of the room was tiny little speaker box and right beside it a camera small enough to go unnoticed unless you really focused in on it.

"In this building, in this corporation, someone is always watching…" His voice trailed off.

I realized I was holding my breath, what if I had done something…

"Please get into the elevator and ride it to the top floor. I want you."

My stomach flipped inside out, it took every ounce of me not to burry my face into my hands. Why did everything he just said sound so damn dirty! Did he do it on purpose or did I just become a grade A pervert?!

"y-yes" I said aloud though I seriously doubted whether he could hear me. Judging on what I've seen so far, yes, he probably could.

I quickly made my way out of his office and made my way to the elevator. I could see how paranoia could easily be an issue here. The elevator doors closed. I was on my way to see Albert Wesker.