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."

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

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

"I'm in a meeting."

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

I thought you didn't like her?

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 supposed to face my

"I see!"

can you handle it or

darkened, "Mom, you can hang

call and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone addressed

he glanced at Kevin,

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

satisfactory merger one

swnove

year-end

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