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.

the poses meant repeated instructions and extended time

of satisfying shots

paused, Sabrina presented

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

the photos is fine, but it’s a morning down

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

your fault for snapping those awful photos. Why should I bear the

issue is, we have just a day and a half left. At our current pace, we can’t wrap up the shoot. Your 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 you can have

least, that way, Sabrina wouldn’t have to waste her

unable to counter. “Fine. Let’s do the