Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Could he be contemplating removing her from the filming altogether?
With measured grace, Sabrina took her seat opposite Camden, while a diligent assistant delivered two glasses of water.
She signaled for the assistant to place the glasses on the table and then turned her attention back to Camden, offering a friendly
smile.
“Camden, what’s on your mind? Please just tell me.”
Camden returned her smile, his eyes gleaming with sincerity. “Allow me to come straight to the point,” he proposed.
“Okay.”
“Miss Chavez, I hope you will consider taking the role of Sarah...”
“Okay... Wait a moment! What?” Sabrina interjected, her astonishment clear in her gaze. Had she heard correctly?
“Aren’t you planning to remove my scenes?” Sabrina ventured, prepared to accept such a fate, as she had never been
particularly fond of public exposure.
“Who said anything about removing your scenes? Is there perhaps a misunderstanding stemming from Elvin’s words?” Camden
inquired.
“No... He didn’t mention anything like that. At least, I don’t recall him doing so. Isn’t the production team seeking another actress
to portray Sarah?” Sabrina sought clarification.
Camden intertwined his fingers thoughtfully and elucidated, “I did contemplate bringing in a new actress, but, you see, the
shooting schedule is quite tight, and many actors are already fully engaged. There are limited options for immediate inclusion in
the cast. I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the auditions held for those who are currently available. After careful consideration, I
believe you could give it a try.”
With a swift, dismissive wave of her hand, Sabrina made her stance clear. “No, Camden, I lack the skills to act. I can serve as a
stand-in without revealing my face. I’m simply not cut out for acting.”
Camden, however, was undeterred.
“Don’t decline just yet. How can you be so certain without giving it a try?” Camden implored.

“I’m certain,” Sabrina insisted firmly.
“I’ve reviewed your works and the actors’ performances in it exhibit remarkable synergy. You must have made a significant
contribution,”
Camden argued.
“That’s solely attributed to the director’s expertise. I had minimal influence,” Sabrina humbly deflected.
“Allow me to be blunt, then. Other works those directors you’ve collaborated with are merely mediocre,” Camden asserted.
Sabrina found herself momentarily speechless.
Forced to muster a wry smile, she responded, “Camden, you hold me in high regard...”