Tyrone stumbled home that evening, still feeling heavy with the day's toll.

Upon seeing him, Cecilia hurried over with a concerned look. "Son, have you been keeping busy lately?"

He shrugged off his coat and tossed it to the family's faithful housekeeper, Wilma. "Same old, same old. What's up?"

Cecilia pulled him over to the couch, her voice laced with gossip. "Did you hear about that little vixen Quintessa taking a shot at stardom? Ring any bells?"

Loosening his tie, Tyrone asked nonchalantly, "What about her?"

Cecilia's voice was a mix of worry and disdain. "Well, she's gone and got herself tangled up with some singer. Seriously, what was she thinking? He's nothing compared to my boy. And the internet is just buzzing with her scandals - affairs, abortion rumors, sugar daddies - it's all quite sordid."

Tyrone's face darkened. "That's all bogus. Don't buy into that nonsense. Every celebrity gets dragged through the mud. You're educated, Mom. You should know better than to believe every little thing you hear."

why are you defending her so strongly? Don't tell me you've been

waning. "Yeah, just

involvement with the Young family is like an unending

head, Tyrone tried to ease Cecilia's fears. "Mom, I've told you, my business is

that the way to speak to

it by now. I know what I'm doing with Quintessa. If those rumors were true, she'd be history. Nobody gets one over

left Cecilia, who was

phone and dialed Quintessa's number. The call got

at his phone, he was frustrated enough to wish her number would blossom into a flower just from his

up on her boss? Did

quickly rang James, his right-hand man, instructing him to check if

reported back swiftly. "Mr. York, I've spoken with Director Cooper. Ms. Quintessa Young

"Got it."

If Quintessa wasn't working, why wasn't she picking

up to at this ungodly

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