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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,

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

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

first time 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. What makes her

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

we’ll head out.”

and Charlie left the

her laptop and settle in the

Checking her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her intuition had proven accurate.

Forbes, Miss Page, and her team have

I’ll see

it into her bag, and exited

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

17: Her

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

her words, there was no true apology in

inconvenience. There was an unforeseen

graciously, “No worries, I

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

what it sounds like.”

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

nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you. Regrettably,

I felt it necessary to wait for you in person, lest you arrive to an empty

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at

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

walked away, laptop bag in

and Sarah exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted