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

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

on Violet's round and

finally gathered her wits. "But Mr. York, I know you're not short on cash, yet my studio is quite

her off, "This isn't

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

telling you what I want. Take

heart, Violet thought bitterly-He's

a bandit's way?

the money,

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 profit. If not, you'd lose everything

composure, yet she regretted not having let Quinn know

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