Olivia pov
My breath hit my chest like ice. The wall calendar beside my desk was a blur of black ink, and my fingers trembled against the smooth oak edge.
The CEO’s entire schedule for the multi-million-dollar Logistics Summit was gone.
Not delayed. Not archived. Deleted.
"Looking for something, Olivia?"
I jerked my head up. Chloe Whitmore stood at the threshold of my cubicle, her platinum-blonde hair resting perfectly over the lapel of her cream-colored blazer. She held a porcelain mug in one hand, her ice-blue eyes scanning my cluttered desk with a calm, sharp focus.
"The calendar," I managed to say, my voice raspy. I cleared my throat, forcing my hands flat on the desk so she wouldn’t see them shake. "The master file for Thursday's summit. It was wiped from the shared drive."
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