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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.

with a cold stare for a few seconds before snapping,

She stared at Annabel in disbelief, as if she couldn't trust her own

my

are you trying to impress? If the campaign falls flat,

you waiting

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

was done, Annabel

turned to Effie. "Effie, what do

Effie nodded. "It'll do."

vibe still didn't quite match The Etheridge Group's

corner of her eyez she saw Lyman and

them held hands beneath the table, like high school sweethearts trying not