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."

singer's scandal flying high again. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with you? She was practically in your

he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he wouldn't let anyone touch

"I'm in a meeting."

little enchantress spent the night with two men, and you're still in the mood for

I thought you didn't

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

"I see!"

you handle it

expression darkened, "Mom, you

phone aside,

glanced at Kevin, who

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

satisfactory merger one

swnove

year-end

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