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

voice was soft, yet his tone was cool and detached as if he was simply passing on a message

registered on Violet's round and

studio is quite modest. It hardly seems worth your while. Besides, when I left my previous company, I did so because I

her off,

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

asking for your permission; I'm telling you what I want. Take

thought bitterly-He's no better than a

like a bandit's

has the money, and

smiled 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 matter what, the outcome will

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

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