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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,

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

with various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent

I’ve seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box office results.

you. Dinner’s on

head out.”

Alex and Charlie

remained, instructing her assistant to fetch her laptop and

her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her

informed her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and her

I’ll see

her laptop, packed it into her bag,

“Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning meeting with company leaders

Her

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

there was no true apology in Ylah’s demeanor.

apologies for the inconvenience. There

smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just about

cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by

it sounds like.”

this some sort of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to shoot?” Ylah’s frustration

nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this

was your assistant’s oversight. Hence, I felt it necessary to

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid

so I’ll be on my way. Etrust you both won’t be delayed for tomorrow’s shoot.”

walked away, laptop bag in

exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s