Violet took a deep breath and said, "Good morning, Mr. York."

Tyrone gestured towards a chair, signaling Violet to take a seat.

Once seated, Violet asked, "May I inquire why you've invited me here today?"

Tyrone glanced at James, who promptly stepped forward and placed a check in front of Violet.

Tyrone said, "Fill it out with any amount."

Violet was stunned. "What do you mean, Mr. York?"

"I want your

if he was simply passing on a message to

registered on Violet's round and plump

Mr. York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite modest. It hardly seems worth your while. Besides, when I left my previous company, I did so because

cut her off, "This isn't a

silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you have money, you can afford

what I want. Take the

bitterly-He's

a bandit's way? Flaunting wealth to bully

inner voice whispered to Violet: Yes, he has the money, and yes, he can bully you

firmly in our grasp. Name your price, because no matter what, the outcome will be the same. Of course, you can refuse." James' reminder was subtle, but the message was clear: Sell it, and you'd

yet she regretted not having let Quinn know

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