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."

not to catch his 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. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with you? She was practically in your pocket, and you let someone

was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he

"I'm in a meeting."

foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the

"Mom, I thought you didn't like

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

"I see!"

handle

you can hang up

the phone aside, Tyrone addressed

remained silent; he glanced at

care how many all-nighters you pull or what, you

satisfactory merger one

swnove

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