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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.
Attempting to refine the poses meant repeated instructions and extended time commitments.
By mid-morning, the collection of satisfying shots was disappointingly scant.
As the session paused, Sabrina presented the just-captured photos to Keilani.
A quick glance and Keilani exclaimed, “What’s with these photos? They’re hideous. We need a do-over.”
“Retaking the photos is fine, but it’s a morning down the drain.

Keilani, would you mind putting in some overtime tonight? Since you’re so fixated on the visual outcome, time shouldn’t be a
concern for you, right?” Sabrina said calmly.
Keilani retorted, “It’s your fault for snapping those awful photos. Why should I bear the overtime?”
“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 your refund,” Sabrina stated matter-of-factly.
At least, that way, Sabrina wouldn’t have to waste her time.
This proposition left Keilani unable to counter. “Fine. Let’s do the overtime,” she begrudgingly agreed.
Unbeknownst to Sabrina, Keilani had indeed contemplated subjecting Sabrina to two days of torment before opting for a refund.
Observing Keilani’s expression, Sabrina offered a reassuring smile.
“Let’s break for lunch and resume shooting in the afternoon.”
As the afternoon session commenced with the backdrop in place, Keilani adhered to her customary proclivity for taking ample
time to strike a pose.
Sabrina recognized that if this trend persisted, an all-nighter might be on the horizon. Her strategy was precise snapping,
securing a handful of commendable shots, with background adjustments remaining on the to-do list.
Concluding the initial phase, Keilani approached to inspect the photos.
Sabrina systematically zoomed in, showcasing each picture.

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