Chapter 17


    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 coboration 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 unt her diva persona, what can we do? Can we even rece


    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 h’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 exnation for their tardiness. Imogen dialed again and only to be


    met with silence on the other end.


    again,


    Resigned, 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 needed.”


    Years of experience acquainted Imogen with various clients‘ quirks. h’s n had been apparent


    from the outset of their coboration discussions.


    Charlie huffed, “After all these years, 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 office results.


    What makes her think she’s entitled to such behavior?”


    “Don’t let it bother you. Dinner’s on me next time,” Imogen offered.


    “Alright, we’ll head out.”


    With a farewell, Alex and Charlie left the studio.


    Imogen remained, instructing her assistant to fetch herptop and settle in the lounge to work.


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


    eleven–her intuition had proven urate.


    The assistant knocked and informed her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and her team have arrived.”


    “Alright, I’ll see them.”


    Imogen closed herptop, packed it into her bag, and exited the lounge.


    Seeing Imogen, h’s face lit up, a semnce of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director


    Forbes, my apologies for the dy. An unexpected morning meeting withpany leaders held us


    Chapter 17: Her Weakness


    1. up. My phone was with the assistant, who failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly


    reprimand him for his negligence. I hope you understand.”


    Despite her words, there was no true apology in h’s demeanor.


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


    added.


    Imogen smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just about to leave.”


    h’s smile faltered, her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by that?”


    “Just what it sounds like.”


    “Is this some sort of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t nning to shoot?” h’s


    frustration simmered.


    “It was ast–minute decision. With neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I


    attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you. Regrettably, my calls went


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


    in person, lest you arrive to an empty set.”


    h and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid exnation.


    “I’ve informed you now. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way. Etrust you both won’t


    be dyed for tomorrow’s shoot.”


    Imogen’s smile remained steady as she walked away,ptop bag in tow.


    Left behind, h and Sarah exchanged nces, watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces


    contorted with displeasure.


    “Who knew she had such a cunning streak?”


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    Sarah mused, “I always said these tactics wouldn’t faze her. Think about it, could a woman who


    captivated Mr. Marshall’s heart after I left be anything less than shrewd?”


    “Now what?”


    h realized they’d exhausted their excuses for tardiness today, and repeating them tomorrow


    would be futile.


    Sarah’s fingers danced across her phone, a wicked smile ying on her lips. “I’m calling Mr.


    Marshall.”


    Imogen was no pushover; her resilience made her immune to ordinary tactics. The only one who


    could truly hurt her was the man she loved–Troy.


    And that was where Sarah intended to strike.


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