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

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

abroad for just a

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

we’ll head out.”

Alex and Charlie left the studio.

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

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

informed her, “Director Forbes,

see them.”

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

“Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning

17: Her

1. of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him for

her words, there was no true

Forbes, apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen

I was just

Forbes, what do

it sounds

of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to shoot?” Ylah’s frustration simmered.

makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you. Regrettably, my

I felt it necessary to wait for you in

wavered at Imogen’s candid explanation.

so I’ll be on my way.

walked away, laptop bag in tow.

Sarah exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s departing