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."

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

get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he wouldn't let anyone touch what was his. "Son, are you even

"I'm in a meeting."

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

her off, "Mom, I thought you didn't like her?

if it gets out that

"I see!"

handle it or

"Mom, you can

ending the call and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone

silent; he glanced at Kevin, who seemed lost

swept his gaze over the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters you

satisfactory merger one

swnove

year-end

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