Natalie arrived at the studio where Victor's photoshoot for the latest perfume launch was supposed to take place. The moment she stepped inside, she could feel the tense atmosphere—everyone had strained expressions as if they were walking on eggshells.
A superstar was causing trouble, and no one seemed able to make him cooperate.
"What's going on here?" Natalie's cold voice cut through the tension like a knife.
Ella immediately rushed over to her, relief written all over her face. "Thank goodness you're here, Ms. Natalie. Only you can handle this."
Natalie frowned and made her way to the lounge, where Victor was lounging on a couch, engrossed in a game on his phone.
"Victor, what's wrong with you?" she asked, irritation clear in her voice.
He continued playing, not bothering to look up at her. "You already know the answer."
"You've wasted hours with these pointless demands of yours."
