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?"

responded indifferently, "I

as if he was simply passing on a message to a subordinate-leaving no room for doubt

registered on Violet's round

York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite modest. It hardly seems worth your while. Besides, when I

cut her off,

single sentence, he silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you have money, you can

was clear: I'm not asking for your permission; I'm telling you what I want. Take the

bitterly-He's no

a bandit's way? Flaunting

the money,

at Violet, saying, "Ms. Sullivan, I understand your concerns. You must worry that the corporate control would make your studio lose creative freedom in managing your artists. We can offer you complete autonomy. What the York Financial Group wants is your studio, firmly in our grasp. Name your price, because no

not having let Quinn know

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255