Oliva pov
"Who did this?" Ethan asked, his voice dropping into a register I had never heard from him before.
I wiped my eyes again, pressing my spine back against the cold concrete wall. My throat felt tight. "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter," Ethan said. He didn't move closer, but he didn't back away either. He stayed three feet away, his tall frame standing between me and the top of the stairs. "Tell me what happened, Olivia."
"The master calendar for Thursday was deleted," I whispered, looking down at my shoes. "The whole file. The time slots, the Munich flight details, the venue clearances. Everything."
Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Files don't just disappear."
"I know," I said. "I went to Ryan to check the flight confirmation numbers. He told me it wasn't his job to keep track of
