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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,

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

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

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

Dinner’s on me next time,” Imogen

head out.”

Alex and Charlie

instructing her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge

her watch, it was now

and informed her, “Director Forbes,

see

it into her bag, and exited the

a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my

Her

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

there was no

apologies for the inconvenience. There

I

faltered, her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you

what it sounds like.”

Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to shoot?” Ylah’s frustration simmered.

the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director

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

wavered at Imogen’s candid

be on my

as she walked away, laptop bag in

watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted with