I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO
Chapter 168: Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong (4)
CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: BULLYING THE WEAK AND FEARING THE STRONG (4)
"Miss Maggie!" Seeing her impulsively stand up, the assistant quickly grabbed her arm. She softly reminded her, "The head of Ashton Real Estate is a close friend of our boss. If they really lodge a complaint, you know our boss’s temper."
Maggie Clarke gritted her teeth angrily before sitting back down in her chair. "Fine. I generally avoid conflict, so I won’t argue with you. Bring me a facial mask; I need to apply one first!"
The assistant let out a sigh of relief, while Vera Wave lifted her chin slightly. "I’m giving you two five minutes. After five minutes, work begins!"
Vera Wave left the café to notify everyone to start working. Meanwhile, a chilling malice flashed in Maggie Clarke’s eyes as she watched Vera’s retreating figure.
A mere underling dares to throw her weight around with me? Just wait and see how I’ll deal with you later!
The make-up artist quickly got into position to do Maggie Clarke’s make-up, while the photography team moved their equipment into the model room, preparing for the shoot.
Once her make-up was done, Maggie Clarke, dressed in an artistic, linen dress, walked in. The photographer immediately began directing her positioning.
Maggie Clarke pretended to cooperate but subtly made uncooperative gestures. After taking a few shots, the photographer stopped and walked over to Vera Wave’s side.
"Miss Wave, these... these photos are unusable!"
"What’s wrong?" Vera Wave looked at the camera in his hands. The photographer showed her the photos he had taken. "See for yourself!"
Off to one side, a glint of cold amusement flashed in Maggie Clarke’s eyes as she listened to their conversation.
She thinks she’s so arrogant, so full of herself... Let’s see how long she can keep that up.
Vera Wave looked at the photos in the camera. Each one showed Maggie with a bizarre expression; clearly, none of them were usable.
She looked up, meeting Maggie Clarke’s provocative gaze. Knowing the actress was intentionally being difficult, Vera Wave returned the look, a slight smile touching her lips.
"It’s alright; just keep shooting like this. At worst, I’ll have the designer Photoshop Miss Clarke’s face out. You can just focus on her profile and back. We’re aiming for an artistic mood; it won’t compromise the overall effect."
She’d fought so hard for this project! The money was secondary; raising her profile was the main goal. After all, Ashton was one of the top real estate companies. Collaborating with a firm of this caliber would elevate her professional standing and add significant weight to her resume for future projects. And now Vera Wave wanted to photoshop out her entire face, leaving just her body and her back? Who would even recognize her then?
Maggie Clarke’s face darkened. "Vera Wave, what exactly do you mean by this?"
"Nothing much." Vera Wave folded her arms. "Since Miss Clarke was the first to be shameless, I’ll just have to Photoshop her face out!"
Maggie Clarke’s face turned livid. Raising her right hand, she angrily slammed the prop book she was holding onto the coffee table.
"Alright, you’ve proven your point! This lady isn’t serving you anymore!"
Seeing her genuinely about to leave, Dior Perkin and several staff members rushed forward to stop her.
"Miss Clarke, let’s talk things through calmly!"
"Yes, please don’t be angry. We can just retake some good photos!"
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"I can continue with the shoot, but..." Maggie Clarke pointed towards Vera Wave. "She has to apologize to me."
Considering the shoot had to continue, Vera Wave suppressed her anger.
"I can apologize. However, you must promise that after my apology, you’ll cooperate fully with the shoot!"
Hah! So the cocky little brat is backing down now, is she?
"Of course. I am always professional when it comes to work." Maggie Clarke lifted her chin, speaking coldly, "However... I want to see how sincere you are."
Vera Wave took a deep breath, walked up to her, and was just about to speak.
Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed from the entrance of the model room.