Leila's eyes flashed with indignation. "This is ridiculous! . Yvette here is the star of this campaign, who is he to dictate the terms. If he doesn't want to work with her, maybe he's the one who should be replaced."
Yvette raised a hand to quiet her manager. "No," she said firmly and faced the director. "So what do you plan on doing?"
"I don't even know at this point, I'm stuck right now and I don't know what decision to make. Dylan here is the perfect choice for this shoot, there's no way to find any other person who could replace him perfectly in such a short amount of time and you . . I don't even know what to do".
The clang of weights hitting the floor echoed through the gym, mixing with the steady rhythm of treadmills and the occasional grunt of effort.
