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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,

phone away and turned to Alex and Charlie, her tone resolute, “They’ll probably arrive by noon. You

Ylah’s plan had

such a prima donna. She’s 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 such behavior?”

bother you. Dinner’s on me next

we’ll head

a farewell, Alex and Charlie left the

laptop

the door diverted her attention. Checking her watch, it was now

“Director Forbes, Miss Page, and

I’ll see them.”

her laptop, packed it into her bag, and

face lit up, a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies

17: Her

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

there was no true apology

for the inconvenience. There was an

smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just

cooling, “Director Forbes,

it sounds like.”

this some sort of joke? Why not 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

oversight. Hence, I felt it necessary to wait for you in person, lest you arrive

Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid explanation.

have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my

smile remained steady as she walked away, laptop

behind, Ylah and Sarah exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s departing