Burdine's world seemed to be crumbling and rebuilding itself simultaneously. The remnants of her past—failed lawsuits, bittersweet memories, and grudges—clashed with a glimmer of hope or, at the very least, resolution.

As she sat staring at her now-closed laptop, the thought of confronting Byron Powell stirred conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the rage still bubbling beneath the surface. On the other, the opportunity to finally gain closure, or even just a semblance of understanding, tugged at her. But how could she prepare herself for something that felt so monumental?

The upcoming speed-dating event was a distraction, albeit a potentially useful one. Would anyone there see her as anything other than the infamous Burdine Maxwell? Could she even allow herself to be vulnerable after years of keeping her guard up?

Her hand lingered on the laptop as if it symbolized the fragile bridge between her old life and whatever awaited her next.

Then, a ding:

Here's the email preserved:


Subject: Regarding Court Case

Dear Miss Maxwell,

My name is Christopher Morrison. I work as Mr. Byron Powell's manager and court defender for your case against him. He told me most of the information regarding what happened since I'm new in this investigation. My client explained to me he never meant to hurt you nor traumatize you for this matter and he would be open to discuss with you any help he could give.

My client desires to arrange a meeting with you on November 2nd at 10 AM at his office on 428 Fifth Avenue. My presence is only required if you want to. Please contact me before the 10th of October via my email or phone number.

Christopher


The email from Morrison replayed in her mind. Could Byron Powell's apology, if genuine, mend the damage? Or would it open fresh wounds?

Tomorrow's event loomed closer, but tonight, she resolved, she needed rest. Answers—whether about Powell or her own turbulent life—could wait until she gathered her strength. For now, she leaned back, eyes scanning the ceiling, grappling with the simplest yet most pressing question: What does Burdine Maxwell truly want?