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."

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

eager for gossip, didn't get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he

"I'm in a meeting."

frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night with two men, and you're still in

I thought you

not about liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son lost to another man. How am I supposed

"I see!"

handle it or

"Mom, you can hang up

call and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone

at

how many all-nighters you pull or what, you do. If

satisfactory merger one

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