Welcome to Wesker's World

“Be ready in an hour, I’ll have you picked up.”

Those were the ‘trip-related’ last words Mavis had heard before she’d exited Lance’s office just about forty-five minutes ago. Now, everything is in place.

Her small bag is packed, she’s changed out of the white dress from earlier, leaving the sandals anyway as those are the fanciest footwear she’s got at the moment. She can’t afford to look cheap in front of that man, or he’ll take advantage of that about her.

Well, it’s complicated, it always is when it comes to Lance Wesker. He’d done it before, nothing stopping him from doing it all over again.

Now, she sighs as she overlooks the apartment.

How much she would love to hear the laughter of her son once again, how much she would love to kiss his forehead and tell him that everything will be fine, she’s just going for a week, nothing special there.

Just as she turns to leave the apartment building when she gets downstairs, a girl’s voice stops her in her tracks.

“Mavis, is that you?”

Mavis turns around to face Nancy, the highschooler who sometimes oversees Nathan’s affairs whenever she’s out working late. She gives one of her most genuine smiles to the girl as she comes to a stop in front of Mavis.

“Good evening Nancy, I didn’t get to thank you for looking after Nate earlier in the day.”

“Come on, I told you no formalities. He’s a lovely boy, I don’t need any thanks to look after him…” Nancy peeps over her shoulder at the bag and around to see no Nathan around her. “So, where is that little bundle of joy now? Asleep upstairs?”

Mavis smiles sadly, her fingers clenching inadvertently around the helm of the bag. “Fortunately, you won’t have to look after him for quite a while, there was an incident and he’s at the hospital.”

Nancy gasps audibly, her palms flying up to her mouth in horror, covering it. She’s very aware of his condition because she had rules, strict ones to follow with him.

“I’m so sorry!” She shrieks, her eyes going soft with empathy before hugging the older woman. Mavis allows the hug, letting the girl soothe her aching heart just a little bit especially as the boy’s father can’t do that for her.

“Can I tag along to see him? You seem to have a bag packed and headed there.”

Mavis shakes her head ironically. “I’m not headed to the hospital now, not for the next week either. I have to go make some money ahead to take care of him so I’ll be outside the country for a bit, please look after my son for me, okay?”

Nancy has a lot of questions to ask but she nods anyway, obviously unsure.

Just then, Mavis sights a long shiny limousine driving her way and almost panics, the last thing she wants is for Lance Wesker to know where she actually lived and had given them the description of the chicken place where the unfortunate incident had happened… she’ll be taking care of them when she comes back and saves her son but now, first things first, she has to sprint down there before the limo gets there or at least, at the same time.

“Nancy, I’ll see you in a week!”

Mavis breaks into a full sprint, her hair whipping in the air behind her as she races the long vehicle down to the chicken place, hoping the driver does not take note of her. Thankfully, she arrives within seconds of the car, breathing very hard and heavily.

The driver stops right beside her and gets out. He gives her a simple once over, his eyes stopping the longest on her flaming red hair.

“Mavis Port…?”

She nods breathlessly.

He opens the door for her to enter into the vehicle, no other words need to be exchanged.

Mavis looks up into the street to see Nancy still watching, she won’t blame her. She, Mavis, would watch too if someone talking to her suddenly sprinted ahead of a car, and apparently, she’s not the only one who is curious about the woman being picked up in a shiny black limousine.

She flushes red for a second before getting inside, letting the driver shut the door behind her. As soon as the doors close behind her, the insides of the limo light up in different glow in the dark colors and a dim overhead light—bright enough to see around anyway—showing more than enough of what’s at the back there.

Her exhaustion is pretty much forgotten and during the whole ride, Mavis sits in a corner, touching nothing, not even the bottle of water right there.

All she wants is the money she has thrown away her integrity for therefore she’ll do anything to get it.

When the car finally slows to a stop some half hour later, the door is opened again and she alights from the car at a familiar spot. She’d been here once seven years ago.

Lance’s personal hangar with his own fleet of private jets.

Rich men collect cars and collectibles but Lance likes jets and flyable vehicles more so he has more than a few of them. The driver motions her to come along with him, which she does. He leads her past two planes with staffs openly taking peeks at her as she walks by.

Oh boy does she feel so small here.

He eventually leads up the stairs into a waiting jet.

The interior is as minimalist as Lance’s office, and talking of Lance, as soon as she enters fully into the sitting compartment, he’s sitting right there, dressed in the most casual dress ever. He has the first two buttons open, his legs are crossed while he skims through a magazine and his hair is gelled in the most beautiful way ever with a single tendril hanging down the side of his face in a C shape. He’s as handsome as he was all those years ago, heck, maybe even more handsome than then.

When he looks up and sees her, his eyes simply skim her appearance like she’s the magazine in his hands.

He doesn’t say a word to her but to the hostess nearby who is obviously interested in the newcomer too. He simply dismisses her with his eyes, and that stings more than just a tiny little bit.

“Tell the pilot we are now ready to take off.”

“Yes, Mr. Wesker.”

It will be a very long week.