Maddest obsession || book 1

•Chapter 44•

"You look stunning" Dylan walked over to Amara as she ended her shooting. Maroon was launching her very volume three of their summer collection and they were going through their last shooting.

"Thank you" her words jumbled as Nate came over crashing his lips against hers. She erupted in giggles.

"Cactus you were gorgeous" he praised his girlfriend who wore a black body suit and black fishnet leggings. "It went great" Amara smiled, her heart fluttering with happiness. It felt good to have both of them praise her work. They had been with her since the very beginning, supporting her dreams and cheering her on every step of the way.

"You have always been great but this time you outshined yourself"

"It feels great getting compliment from the boss himself" Amara smiled, nestling herself in his arms.

"Ms. Sullivan" she turned around to look at the person who called her. In front of her stood a guy. "Ms. Sullivan, I am sorry but there is a small problem with your next shoot"

"What is it" she pushed herself out of Nate's arms and glared at her employee. Anger coursed through her veins thinking about any stupidity her team might have done. What if their mistake cost them their campaign

"Ma'am there was an error in your fittings and your dress isn't stitched correctly"

"How dare you do that," she screamed at the poor boy who coward away. "How can you-" someone tugged on her arm and pulled her away from the guy who she was ready to eat off.

"Amara calm down, let us talk" Nate pulled her away and gave her over to Dylan. "Let me talk to him"

"No, no, no Nate. We can't talk. These incompetent people always make mistake. They don't learn and now they deserve to be punished" she was about to jump out of Dylan's arms and on tot he poor guy but Nate held her.

"Amara calm down, your anger won't set things it would only spoil them. Let us sit down and think of some solution" Amara, still fuming, was escorted by Nate and Dylan to a quiet corner of the studio. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how this could have happened. Her team always do stupid things and ever since Sydney left, there are even more errors coming her way.

As she sat down, Nate put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Amara, I know you're angry, but we need to stay calm and figure out a solution," he said.

Amara took a deep breath, trying to quell her anger and focus on finding a solution to the problem. "Okay," she said, "what are our options?"

"We can postpone the shoot," Nate suggested. "But that would mean delaying the entire campaign, and I don't think we want to do that."

"And we can't just let her go on stage in a dress that's not properly stitched," Dylan added. "That would be a disaster for the brand."

Amara sighed. She knew they were right. She couldn't let her anger get the better of her. She needed to think clearly and come up with a plan.

"Okay," she said, "Nate, this is because of you, how can you hire such people" she lashed out on Nate.

"Amara," Dylan sighed, "we can't throw blames, mistakes happen and it happened this time as well. I will check my team and find the best possible way out of this situation. Just stop calling our brand bad"

"Shut up Dylan"

"I can't believe this is happening," she said to Nate and Dylan. "This brand is supposed to be the epitome of luxury and perfection, and now I'm going to be on stage in a dress that's not even stitched properly."

"I know, honey," Nate said soothingly. "But we'll figure it out. We always do."

"I just don't understand how this could have happened," Amara said. "I thought I had a good team in place."