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?"

indifferently, "I want your

was simply passing on a message to a subordinate-leaving no room for

on Violet's round and

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

cut her off, "This isn't a

that single sentence, he silenced all of Violet's prepared arguments. When you

what I want. Take the money, or don't-either way, I will have

Violet thought bitterly-He's

bandit's

to Violet: Yes, he has the

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 you'd

she regretted not having let Quinn know this was nothing short of

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