Olivia pov;
My arms went numb. The twenty heavy presentation booklets slipped from my grip, hitting the carpeted conference room floor with a series of dull, thudding sounds.
"Moved to eight-thirty?" I asked, my voice flat, almost devoid of sound.
"Yes, ma'am," the janitor said, dragging his mop across the tile near the doorway. "They moved it down to Conference Room C on the lower level, too. Left about few minutes ago."
I didn't answer. I dropped to my knees, my hands moving automatically to gather the scattered pages. The black plastic binding spines rolled across the carpet. I shoved the paper back into a messy stack, my chest burning as if I had just run five miles in the cold.
No one had told me. No calendar update had popped up on my screen. No phone had rung.
I stood up, hol
