The server room hummed with the quiet efficiency of machines, bathing Isabella in a soft blue glow as she leaned against the console. Diana stood across from her, tablet in hand, her expression grim.
"Someone wiped the hotel's backup servers remotely," Diana said, showing Isabella the diagnostic report. "It wasn't just a simple deletion. This was surgical—targeted only at specific timestamp ranges."
Isabella's eyes narrowed. "The missing two hours."
"Exactly." Diana swiped through several screens. "Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. They left enough of the surrounding footage intact to avoid triggering the system's integrity alerts, but removed every trace of movement on the executive floors during that window."
"Professional," Isabella murmured, more to herself than to Diana. "Military-grade."
"Or intelligence agency," Diana agreed, setting down the tablet. "Which raises a rather uncomfortable question."
