Aisha was fuming when she saw Cecelia. "Cecelia, who do you think you're insulting?"
"You, obviously. What's the matter? Can't understand because you've lost your marbles?" Cecelia smirked, taking a step closer. "You're over your time. Move along, it's my turn now."
Cecelia knew all too well how Aisha had been trash-talking Flora behind her back. And now, dragging out her shoot to make Flora wait? Did Aisha really think Cecelia wouldn’t get upset?
"You take the shot?" Aisha snapped, her eyes narrowing. "In your dreams! As long as I'm here, you won't be shooting anything!"
She then turned to the photographers, "What are you standing around for? Keep shooting!"
The photographers were on edge, not daring to intervene. Both women were out of their league to challenge.
Seeing them hesitate, Aisha's eyes grew cold, but she quickly regained her smug composure. "Cecelia, even if you're the lead, what does it matter? I'm the one calling the shots here. My godfather sunk four million into this project! Does Henrik care about you that much? I doubt he'd spend that kind of money on you."
Cecelia couldn’t help but laugh at Aisha's audacity. Bringing money to the table and acting so entitled?
She was about to put Aisha in her place when a calm, amused voice cut in.
"Four million? That's quite a sum."
That voice!
It was so familiar! Aisha's head whipped towards the door.
Two people walked in. The one in front was a crew member she recognized, and behind was a girl wrapped in a down jacket, sporting a maroon scarf and mask that hid her face, yet she seemed oddly familiar…
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