Chapter 36

Harry’s POV

Diana intently kept watch of the lights on the elevator buttons, as if it was a doomsday countdown. She kept glancing at the mirrors around us to check her reflection, brushing her hair with her fingers every time she did.

I sighed, amused at her antics.

“Diana. Are you nervous?”

“No, sir.” She answered instantly in the Russian accent.

“I just think I might die, but I’ll be okay.”

“You’ll be fine. If you’re feeling nervous around them, just remember that you are second in command now that you’re Mrs. Clinton and working with me.”

“For you.” She corrected.

“I’m your new secretary, remember?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Nooo.” She sang.

“It’s the perfect job. A boss of the employees, an employee of the boss.”

“See. You’re answering back already. You’ll do great.”

“I must.” She declared.

“I’m just not sure I can keep my accent while being the boss.”

“The Russian accent is made for b