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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 for now. I’ll

quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent from the outset of

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

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

head out.”

and

instructing her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge to

attention. Checking her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her

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

I’ll see

it into her

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

17: Her Weakness

1. inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand

words, there was no true apology

There was an unforeseen

worries, I was just

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

what it sounds

some sort of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you

present, I attempted to call Director Willy this

it necessary to

Sarah’s expressions wavered

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

remained steady as she walked away, laptop bag in tow.

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