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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,

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

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

seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding

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

head

farewell, Alex and

her laptop and settle in the lounge to

Checking her watch, it was now

knocked and informed her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and

see

it into her

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

17: Her

1. failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him for his negligence. I hope you understand.”

no true apology

apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen

I was just about

smile faltered, her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by that?”

it sounds

earlier if you weren’t planning

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

felt it necessary to

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at

informed you now. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my

smile remained steady as she walked away,

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