Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina found herself momentarily without words as she absorbed Keilani’s unwavering stance.

Staring at Keilani’s smiling visage, Sabrina grasped that coaxing a change wouldn’t be a walk in the park. “Alright, duly noted,” she uttered.

“Begin setting up the scene. It’ll take a bit,” Turning to her assistant, Sabrina directed. “While that’s in motion, let’s capture shots with alternative backdrops,” Sabrina suggested. “This way, we optimize our time, ensuring a smooth shoot. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the efficiency.”

Reluctantly, Keilani agreed with a hint of mockery in her smile.

The second bout had only just concluded.

Yet, another challenge emerged during the shoot.

Sabrina didn’t know whether Keilani did it intentionally. Each time Sabrina issued a pose directive, it was executed poorly, yielding subpar results in the photos.

poses meant

collection of

presented the just-captured photos

exclaimed, “What’s with

is fine, but it’s a morning down

so fixated on the visual outcome, time shouldn’t be a concern for you,

fault for snapping those awful

reluctance to make up for lost time leaves us no choice but to work late. Or are you banking on waiting until the day after tomorrow to demand a refund? If that’s the case, we can call it quits now, and

that way, Sabrina wouldn’t have

unable to counter. “Fine. Let’s do the overtime,” she begrudgingly