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."

was busy, and whatever it was could wait. But Mrs. York seemed not to 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 pocket, and you let someone snatch her away?"

son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he

"I'm in a meeting."

stomped her foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night with two men, and

off, "Mom, I thought you didn't

liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son lost

"I see!"

can you handle it

you can hang

phone aside, Tyrone addressed

glanced at Kevin, who seemed

the executives, "I don't care how many

satisfactory merger one

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