Selene's POV
I had checked this drive. Twice.
Last night at my desk, I had opened every file, scrolled through every slide, confirmed every border incident log I'd spent three days formatting. I closed my laptop with the USB still plugged in and slept with my bag on the chair beside my bed.
This was not my drive.
I clicked through the directory one more time. Empty. The cursor blinked against a white screen. The projector hummed behind me, throwing blank light across the wall.
"My presentation files have been replaced," I said. My voice carried across the silent hall, but I could hear the tremor in it. "This isn't my USB drive."
A ripple moved through the room. Chairs creaked. Three hundred faces stared at the woman standing behind an empty screen.
From his seat, Derek leaned forwar
