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“What,” was all Leon could manage to get out, genuinely confused. It sounded like the captain was inviting him to go to lunch together, but that couldn’t be correct. Everything that he’d heard about Captain Wesker made it clear — the captain did not fraternize with his superiors, coworkers, or, most of all, his subordinates. It especially didn’t make sense that he would want to break that unspoken rule with a rookie cop turned secretary.
The captain stepped past Leon, into the hallway, and waved for him to follow. Leon looked back towards the group of officers now staring at him, several mouths agape in shock. Barry gave him a shrug while Jill offered an encouraging smile. He reluctantly followed the captain down the hallway, perplexity swimming around in his head. They continued through the hallway and stopped at the elevator to get to the basement parking garage. As Wesker pressed the button to go down, he turned to Leon.
“I take business meetings over lunch often. It will be good for you to participate in a mock meeting with me to get an idea of how they go, as you’ll be accompanying me during some of them. We also need to discuss your new dress code.”
Leon glanced up towards his captain, eyebrow raised slightly. “Dress code?”
”Honestly, you didn’t think you’d still be showing up in the police uniform, did you?” The elevator dinged and opened for the pair. They stepped in together while Wesker continued. “Our Police Department is well known and respected, especially when concerning S.T.A.R.S. You will be the bridge between Alpha Team and those outside of it. You must look presentable.”
Leon suppressed the groan he felt trying to come out. “What were you thinking, sir?”
“I’m not going to have you in a three piece suit, if that’s where your concerns lie. But you can’t wear the officer uniform when you are no longer an officer, so we’ll discuss my expectations today over lunch.” As he spoke, he kept his body facing the elevator doors with his hands folded behind his back.
“Oh, okay, sure. That makes sense.” Leon stammered, noting how little room there was inside the elevators. “You said I’m the bridge for Alpha Team. Does that mean Captain Enrico also has a secretary?”
”He does indeed. Ms. Snow. I believe she came from another branch that downsized. S.T.A.R.S. could get by with only one secretary, but Enrico and I agree having separate help is most beneficial.”
“I hope I get to meet her soon, then.” Leon wiped his palms, now sweaty from nerves, on his pants. “So, do you want me to meet you somewhere then, sir?”
“Don’t be nonsensical, Kennedy. We can both take my vehicle.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the basement parking. Wesker pulled out his keys and walked up to a matte black Corvette, opening the passenger door and gesturing for Leon to get in. When Leon hesitated, the captain raised an eyebrow and peered at him from over his glasses. “Do you need a more direct invitation?”
Leon shook his head to get over the awe of the car in front of him. He thought that there really was no better car to match the captain, but also felt nervous about sharing such a small space with him. He asked once more as he got into the car, “Are you sure that’s alright, sir? It doesn’t breach any protocol?”
“I assure you, it is fine.” Wesker replied before shutting the passenger door, walking around the vehicle, and sliding into the driver’s seat. “It’s standard to take a new hire out for training purposes when necessary. Put your seatbelt on.”
Leon pulled the belt over himself as he was told, wondering what this lunch would have in store for him. He watched the captain out of the corner of his eye, trying not to be obvious. Wesker moved with such smooth fluidity that you barely noticed he moved at all. It was obvious to Leon how lethal he could be in combat, and he hoped he’d have an opportunity to do some one on one training with him in the future. He watched as a restaurant with a name he couldn’t pronounce came up on the gps. He thought about asking the captain about it, but decided in favor of staying quiet. The engine hummed to life and they pulled out of the parking garage, onto the street. Leon fidgeted with his hands during the ride, uncomfortable in the silence but not knowing what to say to fill it. It didn’t seem like the captain would be interested in small talk, so Leon stayed quiet and watched the scenery through the window as they drove to the edge of town. They pulled into the parking lot of a fancy looking building, way too fancy for a work meeting lunch. Leon assumed they had taken a wrong turn and were using the parking lot to turn around. That was until Wesker unbuckled and motioned for Leon to do the same.
“Come now, Kennedy,” Wesker said with a glance in Leon’s direction. “I can’t give the valet my keys if you’re still in the vehicle.”
“A valet?” Leon replied incredulously while unbuckling his own seat belt. He’d heard of valets before, of course, but isn’t that something for really ritzy places?
He stepped out of the vehicle and watched the captain place his keys into the hands of a man who looked exceptionally well dressed for parking a car. Wesker stepped towards Leon and gestured towards the entrance, and Leon headed inside. As he stepped into the establishment, he could hardly believe what was laid out before him. Vaulted ceilings with detailed molding, ornate marble flooring and columns in every room, and a grand chandelier made up of too many lights and crystals to count. Then his eyes landed on the dining area itself, each table decorated with pristine white cloths and napkins elaborately folded into various shapes. It was more than grand or fancy, it was lavish to a fault.
A well dressed woman came up and smiled at the pair, ushering them towards a table near the back of the dining room. They were sat near a grand window with intricate stained glass designs and an opulent golden frame. The woman placed menus down and said a waiter would be over shortly before giving a small bow and turning back to the front. Not even a minute later, a young man came to the table with two crystal glasses and a carafe of water. He placed the glasses down and began filling them.
“Good afternoon, sir.” He said, giving a small bow in the captain's direction. “Pleased as always to see you grace our establishment.”
Wesker gave a small nod in response, taking a sip from his glass. Leon smiled at the waiter as his glass was filled. After both glasses were filled, the young man straightened out and turned slightly to the captain.
“Would you like to hear the specials today? Or shall I give you both some time with the menus?”
“Time would be excellent.” The captain said before turning slightly to Leon. “It is Leon’s first time, I’m quite sure he’s unfamiliar with the items served here.”
“Of course, sir.” The waiter said, now turning towards Leon with a small bow. “Please, take all the time you need. I shall come check on you in a few.”
Leon wasn’t sure how to feel about someone bowing at him, it made him feel embarrassed. He felt his cheeks flush slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Not sure what else to do or say, he picked up the menu. At first he was relieved, as the menu was only one page so surely it’d be easy to pick something. The feeling of relief was almost instantly wiped away as he read the items and realized he didn’t know what most of them were. He felt a panic rising in his chest as he also noticed there were no prices listed on this menu, which meant it was likely insanely expensive. He cleared his throat and the captain peered at him over the frame of his glasses.
“Something troubling you, Kennedy?”
“Sir, I just–”
He stopped as the waiter returned to their table with a small notepad, presumably for taking their orders. How long had he been staring at the menu? The captain wasted no time in placing his selection.
“I’ll have the Duck Foie Gras.” Wesker handed his menu back to the waiter and looked towards Leon, who had expected to have more time to mull over these confusing options.
“There are just so many options, I couldn’t possibly pick…” Leon started, glancing between his captain and the waiter. “Do you think you could help me make a choice? Since it seems you dine here often.”
“Certainly.” Wesker replied. “Do you have any allergies or aversions?”
“No, sir. I’m not too picky.”
“Hmm.” The captain seemed to genuinely think about this for a moment before continuing. “In that case, Mr. Kennedy will have the Bouillabaisse."
“Absolutely.” The waiter said, taking the menus and stepping back towards the kitchen.
Leon felt himself slump over slightly and exhale a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, earning a small smirk from the captain. He straightened out quickly, fidgeting with the silverware on the table.
“So, um. How do these meetings normally go?”
“Excellent question.” The captain reached down into his bag and pulled out a file. “Ordinarily, you would have these types of files prior to and during the meeting. These are just some mock ups I made for the purposes of this practice.”
He slid a manilla file folder over to Leon, who opened it to a file about the S.T.A.R.S. team. It listed every member, for both Alpha and Bravo teams, and had details about the type of work they do. Leon looked up at the captain with a raised eyebrow.
“Obviously this is a practice file, so I've used the team in place of whatever company we’d be working with.” The captain spoke matter-of-factly as he explained. “It would be your responsibility to learn any important information — details that seem significant, people in charge, the current goals of the company. The entire file would be given to you, and your task would involve relaying key facts to me. For the first few meetings, I’ll review the entire file as well to show you what things you should be looking for.”
Leon nodded, thumbing through the file. “So, for S.T.A.R.S., key information would be…” He paused as he scanned over the paper. “That they work within RPD but operate under a separate jurisdiction. And there are two main sects of the force, headed by Albert Wesker and Enrico Marini. Would mannerisms or habits be important to mention?”
“If you think it’d be useful.”
“Then I’d also add that while Enrico has an open and friendly demeanor, Captain Wesker keeps things more professional and to the point.”
“Yes, I’d say that’d be pertinent information. You’re getting the general idea, Kennedy. Finding information that will make our conversations easier is the main point, as well as seeing what meetings I could send proxies for instead of going myself.”
“Wouldn’t you want to be there for every meeting? What if they make decisions you disagree with?”
“I have the authority to change plans or deny them in their entirety. I assure you that my presence is not required in most cases. There are many people vying for my attention, and I don’t intend on giving it to simply anyone.”
As he finished speaking, the waiter came back with their meals. The captain's meal looks like some paste with some figs and some kind of herb, and some fancy bread on the side. Leon decided it looked wholly unappetizing but suppressed the grimace he wanted to make. When his dish was set down, he felt a wave of relief wash over him as it looked like some kind of seafood stew. He ate slowly, keeping his eyes on his food and trying to imitate the posh and class that the restaurant had. He thought he was probably doing okay, though he decided not to ask. His head snapped up as the captain began speaking once more.
“The other matter for discussion today is your dress code. As I’ve stated, you cannot continue wearing your officer uniform.”
“Right…” Leon couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was supposed to wear, so he waited to be told.
“I think business casual should be sufficient. Slacks and a button down will be fine. I expect you to wear a suit jacket when you arrive, though you may leave it off during your day.”
Leon thought about his closet, lined with t-shirts and jeans, and his very not-work-appropriate outfit Claire had made for him.. Did he even own a nice pair of pants? Or a tie? His face must have been a giveaway, because shortly after the thought came to him, the captain started once more.
“You do own business casual attire, yes?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t think so, actually. But I can get some! It may take a little while, though.” Leon didn't want to admit to his boss that he wasn’t sure if he’d even been to a store that sold dress clothes and he didn’t even know where to start.
Wesker pulled his cellphone out of his jacket pocket and dialed something. Leon listened as he told someone that both he and Leon would be out of the office for the day and they’d return tomorrow morning as usual. He gave instructions for a few tasks that needed completing before hanging up and pocketing the phone again. He waved over the waiter and gave his card before turning back to Leon.
“I’d rather not have you coming in your uniform any longer, nor do I find it appropriate for you to be in casual clothing in the office.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t mean to be complicated. And I’m not trying to avoid the dress code. I just—“ The captain raised his hand, stopping Leon from continuing his word vomit of apologies.
“It wasn’t an accusation, Kennedy. It was an explanation.” When Leon didn’t react, Wesker continued. “I’m sure you heard me inform the team we’d be out for the day. That would be because we’re going to get you some proper clothing.”
The waiter came back with his card and receipt. Leon spoke again as Wesker picked up a pen to sign. “Sir, that really isn’t necessary.”
“I’m sure it isn’t, but this will eliminate any unknowns. We can find something you find somewhat comfortable while also adhering to my standards.” He finished signing with a flourish, handing the paper to the waiter before he walked away. “Does that sound amenable to you, Mr. Kennedy?”
Leon chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking if there was any way out of this. It wasn’t that he found the captain scary like everyone else seemed to, just that this felt like a waste of time for him. Surely, Leon could do it on his own, despite the dig the captain made at his apparent lack of style. But, clearly outmatched, he relented and nodded.
With that, Wesker stood and began towards the door, giving a small wave for Leon to follow. He stood, swallowing hard as he tried to figure out just where this day was headed.
—-
It shouldn’t have surprised Leon that the next building they arrived at was also huge and luxurious, adorned with intricate decor both outside and within. And yet, he could hardly contain himself from looking around in awe. As they made their way through the building, Leon couldn’t help but wonder how different his world was from the legendary Captain Wesker. He had always assumed that, other than their missions which spanned far outside RPD jurisdiction and subject matter, the members of S.T.A.R.S. led relatively similar lives to those in the standard Raccoon City police force. He supposed he simply hadn’t considered that those dangerous missions might also come with a substantial pay raise, and he concluded that Wesker and Enrico likely made more than the regular team members in their positions as captains. Before his mind could wander any further, Wesker placed a hand gently but firmly on Leon’s back in between his shoulder blades, giving him goosebumps as he was guided towards a well dressed woman at a counter.
“Afternoon, Marissa. This is Leon Kennedy, my new secretary.” Wesker gestured towards Leon who replied with a sheepish wave and smile. “He needs new attire for work, as this is what he’s been sporting.”
The woman put her hand to her mouth as she let out a small gasp, shocked but trying to be polite about it. “Well, that won’t do at all! Do you have any preferences, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Just Leon is okay.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “And, er, no, not really. I guess khakis would be okay?”
“Khakis?” Marissa raised an eyebrow and glanced at the captain, who firmly shook his head no. “What about colors? Do you have any that you prefer in your wardrobe?”
“Uhh…” Leon thought of the different colored band tees and sweaters in his closet. “I guess red? Maybe blue?”
“Blue!” Marissa clasped her hands together with a smile. “I can work with blue! Come with me and we’ll take your measurements.”
She gestured in the direction of a small stand of sorts where another woman stood with measuring tape. He glanced over his shoulder to see the captain turning towards another sharply dressed man who approached him and felt a wave of relief that he wouldn’t be watching, and judging, his fitting. Marissa walked Leon onto the stand and began pulling fabrics and putting them against his skin. She started with deep blues, but also pulled some black and grey options. She must have noticed Leon’s awkwardness and apprehension, as she spoke sweetly to him.
“We’ll get you a few off the rack options to go home with today so you have something for work, but we’ll certainly be tailoring most of them for you specifically.” She smiled as she held up another fabric, this time motioning for him to feel it. “The captain has been a long time client of ours, we’ll make sure you’re taken care of hon. Now, how does this one feel?”
“Uh, fine I guess?” He ran his hand over the fabric, which felt like most dress pants he’d worn in the past, he supposed. “Can I ask you a question, Miss?”
“Certainly!”
“Is all of this really… necessary?” He lifted his arms so the other woman could wrap the measuring tape around his torso as he continued. “I mean, I'm just going to be scheduling meetings and pushing papers, right? I’m not saying there won’t be challenges, but surely a new wardrobe is overkill.”
Marissa pulled a few more fabrics, holding them up to Leon as she gave her answer. “‘Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.’” She smiled at him, and he got the feeling she was quoting something but didn’t know what. “The way you look is how you present yourself to the world. In this case, you’re also presenting Mr. Wesker and the rest of your team, no? It’s important to look… well, presentable.”
He felt his face screw into a frustrated expression, trying to understand why it mattered. She must have noticed, as she continued. “Clothes make the man, Mr. Kennedy. Put simply, nobody in the corporate world will take you seriously if you don’t look sharp and put together. I doubt that’s the case for Mr. Wesker, though. Clearly, he sees something in you worth polishing.”
“You really think so? But how can you tell, just from us being here?”
“May I be frank with you, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Yes, but please, just Leon is fine.”
She smiled again as she continued, handing swatches of fabrics to the woman who had finished Leon’s measurements. “Leon, then. It’s apparent that you have no fashion sense, and the way you carry yourself shows you have little knowledge of the corporate world or how it operates.”
“You said you were gonna be frank, not brutal.” Leon said, putting his hand on his heart with a mock wince.
“But it’s also apparent.” She said, with a small laugh. “That you are smart and determined. You seem the sort that is so hard working that people can look passed the surface level, much as I assume Mr. Wesker has. He has the ability to see talent, it’s how he obtained many of his agents, I hear. I may only be his personal stylist, but I am quite observant myself. And you don’t get as big as him without word of your accomplishments spreading. My point is, he sees the potential you have and knows you can do great things. From my perspective, he doesn’t want others to jump to incorrect conclusions of you based on your appearance. And, of course, he couldn’t have an incompetent, underdressed secretary, now could he?”
Leon thought about this as she stepped away with the other woman. He didn’t see the big deal in him dressing more casual at first, but Marissa’s words made sense. He wasn’t so sure if the captain truly saw such potential in him, but he did know he had a fearsome reputation. Such reputation wouldn’t be ruined by one employee dressed out of place, but it could cause a ripple effect. Leon had hardly heard a bad thing about the captain in regards to the work he did, the most people said was that he was intimating. He thought maybe he remembered David calling him a hardass once, but nothing about the quality of his work.
He glanced over his shoulder to see the captain engaged in a conversation with the same man from before. He took the opportunity to really look at him. From top to bottom, everything about him was crisp and smooth. You would think that a uniform, special operations or otherwise, would make someone look military and rigid by default, but that wasn’t the case here. Sure, he looked a little stiff, but there was more than that. Rather than rigidity, everything he did was done with a quick smoothness, leaving you to question if it even truly happened in the first place. And while he was obviously military to some degree, he instead had an air of elegance and grace. Leon wondered how he did that, if it was something he worked at or just his natural aura. As the thought crossed his mind, the captain turned towards him, causing him to jump a little and whip his head back around. He felt his cheeks burn as he fidgeted with his utility belt. How foolish he must have looked, staring at his captain like that. Before he could dig himself deeper into his mental hole of embarrassment, Marissa returned with a few suits draped over her arm, as was the case with the other woman with her.
“We’ve got a couple options here for you, Leon. Your measurements are actually similar to the default of our suits, and they’ll require minimal adjustments.”
“That’s good, right?”
“It’s great! It means that we’ll likely be able to send you home with options that won’t require tailoring, though you could bring them back later for adjustments if you so choose. Shall we?”
She led him to what he guessed was a changing area, handing him what was in her hands and having the other woman hang what she brought in the small room they led him to. She told him to come out when he tried each piece on so she could see how they fit. He felt a little awkward at the notion of showing every outfit off, but she was the professional and he wanted to cooperate. He carefully removed each piece of his uniform, silently lamenting the fact he’d no longer be wearing it to work. He pulled himself into the navy pants first, noting that they really did fit him quite well. He buttoned his shirt and tucked it before swinging on the matching suit jacket. He let out a small sigh before stepping out of the changing area, back to Marissa. To his horror, Wesker was there with her now. She clasped her hands together, smiling brightly.
“Oh, it looks great! Blue really is your color, Leon!” She gestured for him to stand back on the podium and pointed towards the mirror. He hated to admit it, but he did like the look. He felt more professional. “Does it feel okay? Is it too tight or loose anywhere?”
“No, it feels great.” Leon replied, smoothing out the front of his clothes. “I’ll have to make sure I get some better shoes to make the whole outfit look nice.”
“One step ahead of you!” She chirped, hanging over a pair of black oxfords.
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” He chuckled as he slipped off his boots and put on the dress shoes. They felt well fitted, but he felt strange in them. When he looked in the mirror, he looked like a strange version of himself. He ran a hand through his hand and huffed slightly.
“Excellent work, Marissa. Your discerning eye is a real talent.” Wesker finally spoke. “It looks suitable, indeed. Do you agree, Kennedy?”
“Yeah, it’s real nice.” Leon stretched his arms out as he spoke. “Pretty moveable, too.”
“Oh, I’m so excited! Go on, try some more!”
Marissa ushered Leon back to the changing room and the process began anew. He tried on a few more suits, getting some in a more fitted style and others as they were off the rack. The captain stepped in a few times with comments and suggestions, noting what colors looked nice and which washed Leon out. Leon had no idea that Wesker was so adept when it came to fashion. But then, he supposed there were few things the captain didn’t excel at. Towards the end, Marissa offered Leon a deep burgundy suit to try. He raised an eyebrow at her, as the color hardly seemed standard, but she simply shoo’d him back into the changing area to change. He obeyed, seeing little point in defiance and wanting to cooperate as much as possible with both Marissa and the captain. When he stepped out of the changing room for the final time, he felt a few extra sets of eyes on him. He laughed nervously as he stood on the podium and turned to the mirror.
“Now, that’s a slick look.” He said quietly to himself. The combination of the burgundy suit and the black button up looked effortlessly elegant, and he quite liked it. Though, he wasn’t entirely sure if it suited him and he felt a little overdressed.
“A suit like this would be good for special events!” Marissa said cheerfully as she adjusted his tie and cufflinks. “You could go with the plain black suit, but where’s the fun in that? And you look so good, Leon!”
“Thanks, Marissa.” He replied with a grin.
“That one will need tailoring.” Wesker spoke up, startling Leon. He almost forgot he was there.
“Of course, sir. Is there anything else I can help you gentlemen with while you’re here, or should we box up his off the rack items and place the order for the tailoring?”
“That will suffice. Go ahead and change, Kennedy.”
Leon did as he was told, feeling a mixture of relief and melancholy being back in his uniform. Knowing it was the last time he’d wear it, at least for a long while, made him feel odd. He handed the burgundy suit to the woman who had been helping Marissa and walked towards the counter where the captain stood. His mouth fell open slightly at the tower of boxes on a cart near them. It had to be six feet tall, with a variety of different sized boxes. What on Earth could even be in all those?
“Did you get something too, Captain?” He asked, pointing towards the stack.
“Of course not. This trip was for work, and pointedly for your work attire.”
“You’re kidding.” Leon stared back. “How much stuff did we get?”
“Everything you tried on, obviously.” Wesker handed a platinum card to the attendant behind the counter as he continued.
Leon decided to stop while he was ahead. This was an absurd amount of clothing for one person, not to mention it was almost strictly work clothes. Sure, he could wear it to fancy events as well, but short of a wedding he didn’t see that happening. And who did he even know that might get married? He shook the thoughts loose from his head as the captain was handed back his card and turned towards the door. He went to grab the cart of boxes but was stopped by another attendant taking it instead. He simply followed behind, all of his attempts to help being thwarted by expert level customer service. He sighed and relented himself back to the passenger seat at the behest of the captain. After everything was loaded up, the captain asked Leon for his address to drop him home.
“Oh, no, sir. You can just take me back to the station.”
“Nonsense, Kennedy. We have an early day tomorrow.”
“That’s very kind, sir. But my car is at the station.”
“A problem already taken into consideration. Now, where do you live?”
He considered this, and assumed the captain would arrange for someone to pick him up in the morning and take him to work. He didn’t love this idea, but got the feeling arguing about this particular topic was more hassle than it was worth. He sighed and gave the captain his apartment complex and number. The drive was mostly quiet, and Leon found himself thinking about what his first real day would look like. He knew that, with Chris in his corner, he would have support within the team, and he hoped he could gain some real friendships as well. Would he struggle with his new responsibilities? Leon wasn’t stupid by any means, but his strengths lay more in practical work and he worried that he might have a hard time grappling with the nuances of his new position. He huffed slightly, trying to clear the worry from his mind.
“Something troubling you, Kennedy?” The low voice of Wesker snapped Leon out of his train of thought.
“N-no, sir. Not at all.” The captain gave him a sideways look as he drove. “Just… tired, I think.”
Wesker nodded as he turned into Leon’s apartment complex. He parked in front of Leon’s building and pressed a button to open the trunk. Before the captain even had the chance to offer to help, Leon unbuckled and thanked the captain for the ride.
“No need to help with anything, sir. I can handle it.”
Making no effort to move, the captain replied. “I’m quite sure you’re right. Be ready by five.”
He nodded before scuttling out of the car and to the trunk. There truly was an unreasonable amount of stuff back there, but Leon simply made a stack near his door before shutting the trunk and waving the captain off. After the taillights were out of view, he opened the door to his building and began the process of getting the boxes up to his unit. In the end, it took about three trips to get everything up to his place.
He opened the boxes when he locked up his apartment, and was once more astonished at the sheer volume. There was no planet, let alone job, that he knew of that required this many wardrobe pieces. He opened boxes and indeed found the suits and shoes they had picked out, but that wasn’t all. He also found dress socks, belts, pocket squares, ties, cuff links, and something he thought was a pin but, after a quick internet search, discovered was called a boutonniere. He scoffed to himself, wondering if he’d ever be able to wear every item. Despite the absurdity of it all, he began putting everything away in his home, and made a mental note that he’d need to get some kind of storage for all his new accessories.
After all was said and done, he only had a little time left in his day before he normally went to sleep. He sent Claire a message about his bizarre day, hoping she’d still be up. It appeared she was, and she replied immediately.
Claire: A shopping trip with your captain? That’s weird.
Leon: Tell me about it. And the amount of stuff he got is ridiculous!
*Leon sent a photo of all the boxes before he had put them away.*
Claire: Ridiculous is right! What’d you do, flirt with him? Give him a little extra attention in his office? ;)
Leon: As if! I just don’t get why he’s going to these lengths. It doesn’t really line up with the persona of him I’ve heard about.
Claire: Well, people are rarely what they seem like from afar. Maybe he genuinely is being nice and wants you to be successful as his secretary?
Leon: Maybe…
Claire: Don’t overthink too much, Leon. Just take the stuff with grace and do what you do best.
Leon: Which is?
Claire: Kick ass, obviously!
Leon: Yeah, okay lol. I’m gonna head to bed, talk to you later.
Claire: Send pictures in your new fit tomorrow!
Leon smiled as he set the phone down, grateful as always for having Claire in his life. Lying in bed, he wondered again why the captain seemed to want to help him so much. It could simply be that he wanted all of his subordinates to succeed, Leon supposed. He also thought that maybe he wasn’t as scary as everything thought. He finally felt his eyes grow heavy from his first day working with S.T.A.R.S. As he drifted to sleep, he dreamed of Wesker for the first time.