Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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,

phone away and turned to Alex and Charlie, her tone resolute, “They’ll probably

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

this is the first time I’ve seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box

bother you. Dinner’s on me

we’ll head

farewell, Alex and Charlie

her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the

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

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

see

laptop, packed it into her bag,

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

Her

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

there was no

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

“No worries, I

“Director Forbes,

what it sounds like.”

Why not inform us earlier if you

neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning

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

expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid

other matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way. Etrust you both won’t be delayed for tomorrow’s shoot.”

as she walked away, laptop bag

Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted