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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 arrive by noon. You two can head back for

plan had been apparent from

for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box office results. What makes her think she’s entitled to

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

we’ll head out.”

farewell, Alex and Charlie left

her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle

commotion beyond the door diverted her attention. Checking her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her intuition

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

see them.”

packed it into her bag, and exited the lounge.

Imogen, Ylah’s face lit up, a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning

17: Her

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

words, there was no

Forbes, apologies for the inconvenience. There was

smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just about to

“Director Forbes, what do you

what it sounds

not inform us earlier if you

artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to

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

expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid

have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be

smile remained steady as she walked away,

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