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Chapter 17: Her Weakness

Chapter 17: Her Weakness

The film set bustled with activity as Imogen, the brand director, arrived early to oversee the setup. Her years of collaboration had forged a seamless understanding with her longtime partners–the photographer Alex and the makeup artist Charlie. Together, they transformed her visions into reality.

As the arrangements took shape, Imogen’s watch ticked towards 9:00, the agreed–upon start time. An anxious half–hour passed, and Sarah and her team were not seen. The assistant had already nudged them once.

Photographer Alex adjusted his camera, muttering with a hint of exasperation, “Sarah’s acting like quite the prima donna.”

The makeup artist, Charlie, scoffed in response, “No surprises there. Coming back from abroad with an air of entitlement. If she wants to flaunt her diva persona, what can we do? Can we even replace her? Not even Imogen, given Mr. Marshall’s involvement.”

The truth was known to all: Mr. Marshall had handpicked Sarah.

While Imogen held the authority to change the brand’s spokesperson under normal

circumstances, Sarah was an exception.

Even if Sarah’s behavior bordered on arrogance, they had to endure it.

Frustrated. Imogen dialed Ylah’s number, her patience wearing thin. The call rang, and then the disheartening beep of a hung–up call came.

Charlie frowned, irritation coloring his tone, “They’re pushing boundaries. Backed by Mr. Marshall, they’re ignoring you.”

Minutes dragged by without an explanation for their tardiness. Imogen dialed again and only to be met with silence on the other end.

again,

tone resolute, “They’ll probably arrive by noon. You two can head

of experience acquainted Imogen with various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent from the outset

She’s been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box office results. What makes her think

you. Dinner’s on me next

we’ll head

a farewell, Alex and Charlie left

laptop and settle in

commotion beyond the door diverted her attention. Checking her watch, it was now half–past

Forbes, Miss Page, and her team have

I’ll see them.”

laptop, packed it into her bag, and

“Director Forbes,

17: Her Weakness

1. the assistant, who failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand

her words, there was no true apology in

There

smiled graciously, “No worries, I

smile faltered, her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by that?”

what it sounds like.”

earlier if you weren’t

I attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you.

it was your assistant’s oversight. Hence, I felt it necessary to wait for you in person, lest

expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid

to, so I’ll be on my way. Etrust you

smile remained steady as she walked away, laptop bag in

watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted with displeasure.