“Is the backup generator offline too?” Andrew asked.

“Yes, sir. It looks like a manual override from the basement sub-station,” Marcus replied.

“Get the building on lockdown,” Andrew ordered, stepping forward. “Nobody leaves. Especially not from the IT department.”

“Yes, Mr. Leprince.” The guard turned and hurried down the corridor.

Koko stepped closer to me, her hand resting on my arm.

“That wasn’t an accident,” she whispered.

“No,” Andrew said, his voice cold. “It was a cleanup operation.”

We walked out of the dark boardroom, using the screens of our phones to light the way.

By the time we reached the lobby, the emergency lights had flickered on, casting a dull yellow glow over the marble floors.

Andrew’s phone buzzed in his hand.

He looked at the screen, his jaw tightening.

“The server logs are completely gone,” he said. “The backup drive in the basement was physically removed.”

“They planned this carefully,” I said, leaning against the cool reception desk.

I felt a sudden wave of nausea and placed a hand on my stomach.

Andrew noticed immediately and stepped closer, his eyes filled with concern.