The venue was all set and Sabrina glanced at her watch. It was nearing

9:00, which meant Galilea and her team were thirty minutes late.

The assistant had already tried to hasten them once.

Aylin, the photographer, adjusted the camera in his hand and sighed.

“Galilea acts like a diva.”

The make-up artist, Bettie, sneered and remarked, “What can we do? She returned from abroad, after all. We have no control over her. Who are we to fire her? Even Sabrina doesn’t have the power to.”

It was common knowledge that the ambassador had been handpicked by Tyrone.

Clothing, Sabrina could replace anyone but

tolerate her haughty

swiftly unlocked her phone, dialed Julia’s number, and

heard,

had been

then irritated, grumbled, “They’re crossing the line. They don’t even respect you because they have Mr. Blakely

a return call or

dialed

she made the call than it was disconnected once

attempts to reach them

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