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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,

tone resolute, “They’ll probably

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

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 think she’s entitled to such behavior?”

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

head out.”

a farewell, Alex and Charlie left the

to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge

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

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

I’ll see

packed it into

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

Her

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

no true apology in

apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen

I was just about to

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

what it sounds

of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t planning

the photographer present, I attempted to

it necessary to

expressions wavered

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

she walked away, laptop bag in tow.

watching Imogen’s departing figure,