"James, come here."

"What can I do for you, Mr. York?"

"I've got a task for you."

Quintessa was wrestling with the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. She let out a sigh, wondering what on earth Tyrone was up to.

Quintessa rubbed her forehead, somewhat regretting coming to look for Tyrone.

Trapped, she glanced around Tyrone's office and noticed a photo of him with Mrs. York. In the picture, he had a youthful look, his arm around Mrs. York's shoulder, both the mother and the son wearing beautifu smiles.

Quintessa put the photo back down, feeling a mix of emotions. How could she not realize that Tyrone's intention in keeping her in the dark was to protect her?

But she wasn't used to being protected. She had long become accustomed to bracing herself against the treacherous tides of society, with spikes up and schemes at play. There had been times when she was left battered and barely breathing, and no one had offered her a helping hand. Now that she could protect herself, someone wanted to shield her.

sighed. Tyrone was the most unexpected surprise

at Rachel, but now, it seemed

Quintessa's phone. She

Mrs. York calling, labeled on the phone as

help but smile. Their relationship was

on the door to let Tyrone

and the

son didn't answer, she'd keep calling until he

ringing, Quintessa thought it might be

could speak, Mrs.

the phone? Dilly-dallying, no wonder you haven't won the girl's heart yet. I'm getting on in years,

managed to

asked, "Ahem, ah, are you two together? Where's Ty? Maybe shouldn't have called now? I

at Mrs. York's insinuation. Mrs. York's "continue"

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