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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

acquainted Imogen with various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been

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

Dinner’s on me

we’ll head

and

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

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

her, “Director Forbes,

see

it into

approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for

Her

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

was no true apology in

apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen situation,”

I was just about to leave.”

cooling, “Director Forbes, what do

what it sounds like.”

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

makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director

assuming it was your assistant’s oversight. Hence, I felt it necessary to wait for you in person, lest you arrive to an

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at

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

steady as she walked away,

glances, watching Imogen’s departing