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."

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.

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

"I'm in a meeting."

spent the night with two men, and you're still in the

cut her off, "Mom, I thought you didn't

paused, then huffed, "It's not about liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that

"I see!"

you handle

darkened, "Mom, you can hang

the call and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone addressed the room, "Let's

he glanced at Kevin, who seemed lost in

executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters

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