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."

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?" "Alright, I

was little,

"I'm in a meeting."

the

thought you

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

"I see!"

can you handle

darkened, "Mom, you can hang up

and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone

silent; he glanced at Kevin, who seemed lost in

the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters you pull or what, you

satisfactory merger one

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