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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,

probably arrive by noon. You two can head back for now.

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

been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no

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

head

farewell, Alex and

her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge to work.

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

knocked and informed her, “Director Forbes,

see them.”

into

she approached. “Director Forbes,

Her

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

words, there was no true apology

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

worries, I was

her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by

it sounds like.”

joke? Why not inform us earlier if

artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning

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

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid

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

steady as she walked away,

Imogen’s