“Good morning, Veronika Alexandrovna,” Diana’s voice sounded professionally welcoming. “You look wonderful today.”
“Interesting — what’s it like to look into the eyes of a man you sleep with?” flashed through my mind, but I only smiled in reply:
“Thank you, Diana. You too, as always, are impeccable.”
I noticed a faint scent of perfume — the same one I sometimes caught from Dima. A дорогий, exquisite aroma. Did he pay for it too? Or was it a gift for “special merits”?
“By the way,” I added casually, “could you come to my office in half an hour? I have questions about the latest financial report.”
Diana’s face tensed for a moment, but she quickly composed herself:
“Of course. I’ll be with you at eleven.”
“Scared, girl?” I thought. “Right. Be doing the right thing.”