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.

refine the poses meant repeated

collection of satisfying shots was disappointingly

paused, Sabrina presented the just-captured photos to

Keilani exclaimed, “What’s with these photos? They’re hideous. We need

fine, but

mind putting in some overtime tonight? Since you’re so fixated on the visual outcome, time

retorted, “It’s your fault for snapping those awful photos. Why should I

lost time leaves us no choice but to work late. Or are you banking on waiting until the day after

way, Sabrina wouldn’t

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