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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,

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

various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan

“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 years.

bother you. Dinner’s on me next

we’ll head out.”

farewell, Alex and Charlie left

to fetch her laptop

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

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

see

closed her laptop, packed it into her bag, and exited the lounge.

smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes,

Her Weakness

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

there was no true apology

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

graciously, “No worries, I was just about

“Director Forbes, what do you

it sounds like.”

joke? Why not inform us earlier if you

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

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

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s

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

remained steady as she walked

glances, watching Imogen’s departing figure,