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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,

she tucked her phone away and turned to Alex and Charlie, her tone resolute, “They’ll probably arrive by noon. You two can head back for now. I’ll reach out if

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

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

Dinner’s on me next

we’ll head out.”

farewell, Alex and Charlie left

assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge

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

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

I’ll see them.”

it into her bag, and exited the lounge.

of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning meeting with company

Her

1. phone was with the assistant, who failed to inform me of your

words, there was no true apology

There

“No worries, I was

tone cooling, “Director Forbes,

what it sounds

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

the photographer present, I attempted

necessary to wait for you in person, lest you arrive to

and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid explanation.

be on my way. Etrust you both won’t

steady as she walked

watching Imogen’s departing