Moments ago, he had noticed Sabrina's office door bolted shut indicating she was out, probably at a location shoot.

Sabrina was always on site for commercial shoots.

If she was at the studio today, why was there no shoot?

"When we got to the studio, Sabrina abruptly informed us about an emergency and cancelled today's shoot. She left immediately. We're in the dark about the whole situation."

"There must be an emergency. If there's no shoot, feel free to swing by the office."

Tyrone had observed Sabrina's commitment over the past three years.

She wouldn't call off a shoot unless circumstances were extraordinary.

Noting that Tyrone didn't blame Sabrina, Galilea sneered inwardly and said softly, "I figured something must've come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"I'd like to bring my personal makeup artist. Having spent the past few years overseas, I'm still adjusting to the local climate, which is affecting my skin. Local makeup artists might not understand my condition, affecting the makeup output. My makeup artist knows my skin better."

Tyrone dismissed the issue as trivial. "You needn't report such minor details to me."

However, Galilea asserted, “Minor? It concerns the shoot, we need to scrutinize every detail. I'm taking this endorsement very seriously, Tyrone. I have to be meticulous. Otherwise, people might assume I'm throwing my weight around."

"You have a point.”

While Galilea sought his opinion on minor issues, Sabrina hadn't even informed him about the shoot's cancellation.

Tyrone, however, had always trusted Sabrina's professional competence.

Historically, he had limited his interference in MQ Clothing's progress, delegating sufficient authority to Sabrina.

He decided not to question her today.

Next day, as anticipated, Galilea and her crew were punctual for the shoot.

The set from the previous day was still intact.

After getting ready, Galilea slipped into her outfit, all set to roll.

But, a mishap ensued.

"Ms. Chavez, you're needed in the dressing room." An assistant scurried over to inform Sabrina.

“What's the issue?" Sabrina inquired, looking up.

"Galilea has brought her personal makeup artist who seems to be at odds with Bettie regarding makeup style."

Sabrina dropped the magazine and made her way to the dressing room.