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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 two can head back for now. I’ll reach out

various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent from the outset

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 few

let it bother you. Dinner’s on

we’ll head

and Charlie left the

to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge

beyond the door diverted her attention. Checking her watch, it

“Director Forbes, Miss

I’ll see them.”

closed her laptop, packed it into

Imogen, Ylah’s face lit up, a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my

17: Her

1. me of your calls.

was no true apology in Ylah’s demeanor.

apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen situation,” Sarah added.

graciously, “No worries, I was just about

Forbes, what do you mean by

it sounds like.”

not inform us earlier

a last–minute decision. With neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy

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

wavered

matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way.

walked away, laptop bag in

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