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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

clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent from

years, this is the first time I’ve seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a few

on me next time,” Imogen offered.

we’ll head out.”

farewell, Alex and Charlie left the

her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the

Checking her watch,

her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and

see them.”

closed her laptop, packed it into her bag, and exited

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

17: Her

1. with the assistant, who failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him for his negligence. I

words, there was no

There was an unforeseen situation,” Sarah added.

graciously, “No worries, I was just

cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean

it sounds like.”

inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to

makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call

necessary to wait for you in

and Sarah’s expressions wavered

attend to, so I’ll be on my way.

steady as she walked away,

watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted with