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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.

to back her up, but instead, Annabel fixed Isabel with a cold stare for a few seconds before snapping, "Change

Annabel in disbelief, as if she couldn't

my makeup?"

what we're shooting. Yet here you are, wearing 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 turning red as tears threatened to spill over, but she didn't dare let

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but with Annabel, she

after the makeup change was done,

Effie. "Effie, what do you

Effie nodded. "It'll do."

quite match The Etheridge Group's jewelry,

saw Lyman and Effie. Lyman, thinking no one

two of them held hands beneath