Alice was a secretary. It wasn't particularly spectacular or anything, but she got paid well and it wasn't difficult work for her skillset. She also really liked the company...
The Umbrella Corporation.
Without them and their medical research - not to mention their medication - she wouldn't be alive to see the day.
In addition to her multitude of psychological issues - born with, and developed over time - Alice had epilepsy. It wasn't particularly severe, but it was enough to be annoying to her. She was rather fortunate, she could play video games and watch light shows and other 'triggers' that most people with it would have a seizure.
In the past month, Alice only had two seizures. Both of them were in the safety of the Redfield residence, so the aid was quick and efficient. Claire was trained in basic first aid for her own job as a mechanic apprentice, and Chris, who was taking the college courses to join the Raccoon Police Department, also had first aid training, but his was more extensive then hers. Regardless, they both knew what to do.
After her lunch break, her boss, Chairman Albert Wesker, came out of his office with a dossier of documents.
"Miss Abernathe, could you fax these to Doctor Jon Issacs. These are the documents he requested."
"Of course, sir." Alice accepted the files and got to her task right away.
"If you don't mind me asking, have you eaten yet?" Wesker asked, glancing at Alice as she organized the papers and set them into the fax machine.
"About ten minutes ago, sir. I brought some leftover dinner." Alice replied, finishing the send process and starting the fax machine.
"Good. I don't want you passing out from hunger, or worse." Wesker smiled warmly. He was one of the ones that was trained in her medical conditions, so he knew what to do in case she had a seizure.
"I'm alright sir. Will that be all before your meeting with Sir Spencer at 12:45?" Alice regarded her boss carefully. He apparently had his moments of being quite a dick, but in general, the Austrian man meant well and never overstepped the line between them as employer and employee. She of course, trusted him because of that, something that was very hard for her to truly do to anyone.
Calvin and Alice's mother were relaxing in the living room, watching a cooking show when Alice walked in the front door. She was tired from her long day at work, and as much as she liked them, her feet were killing her from her heels. She was quick to get them off, but apparently not quick enough.
"Alice? Is that you, love?" It was Calvin.
Alice peered around the living room to see him looking over at her curiously while her mother didn't even spare her a glance.
"Before you go downstairs, could you do me a small favour love? I left my phone in the kitchen, could you grab it? It's the BlackBerry." He gently pointed in the direction of the kitchen, and Alice glanced towards the staircase before noticing that she could see his phone from where she was.
With a silent nod, Alice retrieved the device and handed it to him without a word. He nodded and smiled in thanks, then she snatched up her high heels in one hand and retreated to her apartment.
Doctor Jon Issacs examined the files that had been faxed to him by Chairman Wesker, taking particular note of the recipient's medical history. Certain aspects could easily be remedied for the better, but certains ones were beyond the scope of his capabilities. There was only so much that science could fix.
"Alice... Abernathe, hmmm? I hope things turn out for the better for you after all of this is finished." Issacs spoke genuinely, since he couldn't possibly understand what the young woman had gone through in her life.
Alice rarely received mail. At best, it was a cute love letter from Claire, or some sort of survey crap. But the envelope in between the bills for her mother clearly had her name on it. Even more unusual was the fact it was from Umbrella.
"Anything worth my attention?" Her mother scowled at Alice when she brought the mail in.
"Mostly bills." Alice spoke in a low voice, having one eye still on the letter from work. "I got a letter from work, but other than that, it's just a flyer for that new pizza place that opened near the college."
Alice handed over the relevant envelopes and disappeared into her apartment. Calvin wasn't visiting today, so her mother was back to her usual bitchy self. Alice of course, wanted no part of that, so she was safe behind the dor to her apartment before she opened the letter from Umbrella.
Even after rereading the message several times, Alice still couldn't believe what she was reading. Umbrella wanted her for a clinical test trial for a new drug. The compensation was quite good, of course, but it was their reasoning for choosing her. "We believe you have the necessary mental and physical attributes for this trial. Of course, your participation is not mandatory, but is entirely a volunteer basis. Should you wish to accept, please speak to your boss, Chairman Wesker."
"You sure you want to go through with this?" Claire was biting her lip and squirming slightly at the sight of Alice in her sharp uniform. Her tall blonde girlfriend was sexy as fuuuuuck~!
"Where's the harm in trying it out? They're paying me two grand up front, and another three upon completion of the tests." Alice waved her hand dismissively. "I don't really see much of a problem in this."
It was true. She spoke to Wesker over the phone about making her decision after speaking to an acquaintance - that person being Claire - and that she'd call him back after their conversation.
"So what's the drug for?" Claire asked, still trying not to drool like a moron. Alice was being a total bitch right now, and she didn't realize it.
"The letter didn't say. But Wesker told me it's just called T." Alice gestured to the nearby letter and envelope. "Said it's designed for a variety of things, he couldn't list them all."
"Sounds interesting. How long is the trial?" Claire asked, impressed.
Alice held up one finger. "One week. They said after the week is over, I get a full medical examination to test the effects, and the rest of my money."
"Then I guess that's that. Go for it." Claire voiced her final approval, so Alice took her nearby phone and dialed Wesker's number.
After a few rings, he picked up, already aware that Alice would be calling him back. "Your decision, Miss Abernathe?"
"I've spoken to my acquaintance, and we've decided to accept the trial for T." Alice replied, feeling confident in her choice to go through with it.
"Excellent, I shall speak to Doctor Issacs to begin preparations for the trial. I'll relay the relevant meeting information on your next official work shift."
"Understood, sir. Thank you." Alice ended the call, and realized a split second too late that Claire was smiling like a feral predator.
The next thing she knew, Claire was holding her down on her couch by the shoulders with one knee forced between her skirt-restricted knees while the other was firmly supporting herself on the floor.
"You're a bitch, y'know... Looking so damn sexy and making me suffer." Claire smirked at Alice's momentarily shocked expression, only to be replaced by a sly grin.
"Think you can handle all this?" She winked as she snaked her arms around Claire's back and pulled her down on top of herself.