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

his tone was cool and detached as if he was simply passing on a message to

Violet's

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 I

off, "This isn't a

he silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you

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

thought bitterly-He's no

just like a bandit's

Violet: Yes, he has the money, and yes, he can bully you because of

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 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

composure, yet she regretted not having let Quinn know this was nothing short

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