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

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

Violet's round and plump

a moment, Violet finally gathered her wits. "But Mr. York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite modest. It hardly seems worth your

off, "This isn't a

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

telling you what I want. Take

thought bitterly-He's no better than a

just like a bandit's way? Flaunting wealth to bully

to Violet: Yes, he has the money, and yes, he can bully

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

having let Quinn know this was

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