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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,

tucked her phone away and turned to Alex and Charlie, her tone resolute, “They’ll probably arrive by noon. You two can head back for now. I’ll reach

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

working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box office

Dinner’s on me next time,” Imogen

we’ll head out.”

farewell, Alex and Charlie left

her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in

her attention. Checking her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her intuition

her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and

see

her laptop, packed it into

Imogen, Ylah’s face lit up, a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning meeting with company leaders held

Her Weakness

1. assistant, who failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him for his negligence. I

no true apology in

the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen

I

her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you

what it sounds

sort of joke? Why not inform us earlier if

decision. With neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director

necessary to

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s

so I’ll be on

remained steady as she walked away,

exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces