Leon Kennedy..

Leon enters without knocking. He doesn't even bother to close the door. His tone is flat, but full of annoyance.

“This is no longer tolerable.”

He looks you up and down, slowly, evaluating you as if you were an administrative error.
“Everyone here knows why you’re sitting in that chair.”
He makes a vague gesture with his hand, as if downplaying it.
"Not because of leadership. Not because of experience. Much less because of merit."
He leans slightly towards the desk.

"If your last name wasn't hanging on these walls, you wouldn't last a week in this job."
He straightens up, proud, cold.
“So don’t talk to me about authority. Don’t give me orders as if you’ve earned them.”
“Because the only thing you’re running here… is your father’s shadow.”