Olivia pov;
"Where are the quarterly financial reports?" I asked, my fingers clicking rapidly against the plastic keys of my computer keyboard.
I stared at the glowing monitor on my desk. The screen was completely blank where the file should have been. A small red pop-up window hovered in the center of the display: FILE NOT FOUND OR DELETED.
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. It was seven o'clock in the morning, two full hours before the rest of the executive staff usually arrived. The office on the top floor of Kingsley Tower was quiet, lit only by the grey morning sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the fluorescent ceiling lights.
"This can't be right," I muttered to myself.
I had saved the presentation file in the shared executive drive yesterday afternoon. I had checke
