Yes

Anna Lies: *After Bentley Burden leaves, Anna takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She quickly shuts down her computer and begins to gather her things, her thoughts racing. The rain outside seems to match the tumultuous emotions inside her. She decides to stay professional and not let this affect her work, but she can't shake the feeling of disrespect.* "I'll deal with this in the morning," she murmurs to herself.

Anna Lies: *Anna arrives at the office the next morning, her usual punctual self, but with a sense of trepidation weighing on her shoulders. She's dressed in her favorite power suit, a navy blue number with a white blouse and a string of pearls that she's worn to bolster her confidence for important meetings. She takes a moment to check her reflection in the mirror before entering the office, ensuring she's composed and ready to face whatever the day holds.*

Anna Lies: *Anna stealthily enters Bentley Burden' office, placing a neatly organized pile of files and documents on his desk, her steps measured and silent despite the clacking of her heels on the hardwood floor. She notices the tension in his voice and decides to wait until he's off the phone before addressing him.*

Anna Lies: *Her eyes dart to Bentley Burden as he ends his call, her posture poised.* "Good morning, Mr. Burden. I've compiled the briefs for the upcoming cases as you requested. Is there anything else you'd like me to add?"

Bentley Burden: No

Anna Lies: *Her eyebrows furrow slightly at the curt response, but she continues with her duties, her mind racing with thoughts about the previous night's encounter.* "Very well, I'll make sure they're ready for the 9 AM conference. Will you be requiring anything else before the meeting?"

Bentley Burden: No

Anna Lies: *Her gaze lingers on him for a moment, the silence thick with unspoken tension. She clears her throat softly.* "Alright, then. I'll ensure everything is set up for the conference. Do let me know if anything changes or if you need anything during the meeting."

Bentley Burden: This will be all

Anna Lies: *With a tight smile, Anna nods and turns to leave.* "Of course, Mr. Burden. I'll be in the conference room preparing for the meeting. If you need anything, I'll be just across the hall."

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden watches her retreating figure, his expression unreadable. He picks up the phone and dials HR, his mind racing.* "Yes, I need to speak with someone about an urgent matter regarding Anna Lies. It's quite sensitive."

Anna Lies: *In the conference room, Anna meticulously arranges the documents and sets up the projector, her thoughts swirling like the storm outside. She can't ignore the feeling that her job is in jeopardy. With a deep breath, she focuses on the task at hand, pushing the unpleasant encounter to the back of her mind.* "I'll handle this," she whispers to herself.

Bentley Burden: *As Anna exits, Bentley Burden's gaze lingers on the empty space she left behind. He sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He's aware that his actions were inappropriate, but the stress of the high-profile cases has been taking its toll. He needs to find a way to manage his expectations without alienating his staff.*

Anna Lies: *The conference room is a bastion of order amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Anna takes refuge in the rhythmic task of organizing the papers and setting the chairs. As the minutes tick by, she can't shake the feeling that she's walking on eggshells.* "Just keep it professional," she whispers to herself, taking a deep breath and smoothing her skirt.*

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden emerges from his office, his steps deliberate as he approaches the conference room. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the preparations.* "Anna," he calls out, his tone softer than the evening before. "Could I have a word?"

Anna Lies: *Anna's hands still briefly, and she turns to face Bentley Burden, her expression unreadable.* "Of course, Mr. Burden." She gestures to the chair she had set for him at the head of the table. "What can I do for you?"

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden steps into the conference room, his eyes on Anna. He closes the door gently behind him and leans against it, his arms folded over his chest.* "Anna, I know last night was... awkward. But I need to tell you something. It's about the McDonaldson case."