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.

meant repeated instructions and extended

mid-morning, the collection of satisfying

Sabrina presented

with these photos? They’re hideous.

photos is fine, but

on the visual outcome, time shouldn’t be a concern

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

shoot. Your reluctance to make up for lost time leaves us no choice but to work late. Or are you banking on waiting

that way, Sabrina wouldn’t have to waste

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