"Set you up?" Diana scoffed, folding her arms and leveling him with a cold glare. "Don't make me laugh, Harris. If you hadn't been so utterly incompetent, we wouldn't be in this mess. I told you to handle Claire, and yet here you are, whining in a hospital bed!"
Harris gritted his teeth, his face contorted with anger. "Do you even know what happened to me because of you? Do you have any idea what I went through?"
"This is why I am here," Diana said firmly, her voice dripping with impatience. "I want answers. Why weren't you at the scene as planned? What went wrong?"
"Hah!" Harris let out a bitter laugh, his tone laced with defiance. "I am not saying a damn word."
"Seriously?" Diana rolled her eyes, her irritation growing. "Do you think staying silent is going to spare you? If you don't talk now, things will only get worse for you. Trust me on that."
