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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,

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

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

huffed, “After all these years, this is the first time I’ve seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a

it bother you. Dinner’s on me next time,”

head out.”

a farewell, Alex and Charlie left

her assistant to fetch her laptop

attention. Checking her watch, it was

“Director Forbes, Miss Page, and her team

see

laptop, packed it into her bag, and exited

semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected

Her

1. inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him

words, there was no

There

smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just about to

cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by

what it sounds like.”

inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to shoot?” Ylah’s

neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you. Regrettably, my calls

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

expressions wavered at

to attend to, so I’ll be on my way. Etrust you both won’t be

walked away, laptop bag in

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