Wilma picked up the phone, "Maybe you should give the young master a call?"

"Should I, though?"

"Yes, after all, Ms. Young is his lady."

"You have a point." Mrs. York stretched out her hand, and Wilma passed the phone to her with a smile.

Taking the phone, Mrs. York dialed Tyrone's number.

But there was no answer. Mrs. York frowned and dialed again.

Finally, after the fourth attempt, the call connected.

"Mom, I'm in a meeting."

catch his drift at all, blurting out, "Oh, you're in a meeting? Well, I was just wondering about that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with you? She was practically in your

gossip, didn't get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he wouldn't let anyone touch what was

"I'm in a meeting."

foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night

off, "Mom, I thought you didn't like her? Why so

paused, then huffed, "It's not about liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son lost to another man. How am

"I see!"

can you handle it

expression darkened, "Mom, you

call and tossing the phone aside,

at

coolly swept his gaze over the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters you pull or what, you do. If you can't

satisfactory merger one

swnove

your year-end bonuses

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