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Isabel cut Effie off, her tone sharp. "Remind me, who's the expert here—you or me? I've shot countless product campaigns, and this is the first time I've heard such nonsense."

Effie's voice was calm and steady as she replied, "Miss Isabel, I'm just pointing out that today's jewelry collection is all about understated elegance. With your heavy makeup, it clashes with the pieces. The results won't look right."

"That's not for you to decide. I think it looks fine as it is." Isabel's voice was icy.

Annabel had just stepped away to take a call. When she returned, she found Isabel and Effie locked in a standoff, tension crackling in the air.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Before Effie could answer, Isabel jumped in, eager to get her side across first.

“Annabel, I'm the professional here, but Effie insists on bossing everyone around..." She quickly repeated what Effie had said just moments before.

stare for a few seconds before snapping, "Change

Annabel in disbelief, as if

telling me to change my makeup?" Isabel looked at her, utterly

makeup fit for a nightclub. Who are you trying to impress? If the campaign falls flat, are you going to take responsibility? We've already wasted enough time. Now you want to make things even harder?" Her criticism was firm and clear. Isabel bit her lip, her eyes

are you waiting for? Get moving," Annabel

explode, but with Annabel, she didn't dare. She

after the makeup change was done,

to Effie. "Effie, what

Effie nodded. "It'll do."

be told, Isabel's vibe still didn't quite match The Etheridge Group's jewelry, but it

she saw Lyman and

for a moment, but soon gave in. The two of them held hands beneath the table, like high school sweethearts trying not