Never See You Again

Wendy felt a twinge of insecurity under the scrutiny. Her curvaceous figure and alluring physique exuded sensuality in daily life, yet she might appear bulky under the unforgiving eyes of the cameras. She had always indulged in food, but now, facing the invaluable opportunity, she knew she needed to shed those pounds or risk losing it all.

Glazing at Wendy thoughtfully, Cathy clenched her fist. She was resolute about seizing this chance; she couldn't afford to let it slip away. Maeve observed quietly from the side.

"Head to the studio on the second floor for a publicity photoshoot in the afternoon," Gaby announced before departing.

"Wendy, you should skip lunch today. We've got photos to take this afternoon."

"What's the worst that could happen? They'll just airbrush it," Wendy countered.

Though she sounded nonchalant, her immediate departure to work on her figure betrayed her true feelings.

Cathy advised, "Wendy, you should eat something. You won't survive this intense training otherwise."

"Are you worried I'll steal your spotlight if I slim down, Cathy? After all, there are only a few standouts among all the trainees. In the company, my ratings are just as high as yours." Wendy smirked. Dorothy chimed in, "Yeah. If it weren't for Mr. Owen fearing a backlash, Wendy would have been our leader."

"Exactly! Wendy has the pedigree, the looks, the skills, and the figure. The leader's position rightfully belongs to her," someone nearby interjected.

Cathy's voice turned cold. "Are you all questioning my authority? If you doubt me, feel free to complain to Gaby. If Wendy has what it takes, I'll gladly step aside!"

Sensing Cathy's anger, everyone fell silent.

Wendy glared at Cathy and snapped, "Of course I do! If it weren't for my dad's reputation, I should have been the leader from the start."

With that, Wendy turned and walked away, her departure observed with cold detachment by Maeve.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Initially seeming cordial, the

relationship between Wendy,

Dorothy, and Cathy quickly soured when their interests collided. They were nothing more than fair weather friends.

The standoff between Wendy and Cathy persisted into the afternoon.

Makeup artists began their work on the limited resources

every only two makeup

of the

the

artists and two stylists were

available for all the trainees.

"We're taking publicity photos here. Can't we at least have one makeup artist per person? Why is the company so stingy?" one of the trainees complained.

"Come on, we're just trainees, not top celebrities. Having makeup artists and stylists for our first on-screen appearance is already a privilege. What more do you want?" someone retorted.

Some of the trainees were displeased by the arrangement.

As the team leader, Cathy was the first to get her makeup done.

The makeup artists and stylists scrambled to assist everyone. "Back off! Don't touch my face!" Wendy snapped impatiently. The makeup artist hesitated, intimidated by Wendy's outburst.

Wendy stepped aside to make a quick phone call. When she returned, she sat with an arrogant demeanor, observing Cathy getting her makeup done. "Being broke means having to settle for such mediocre makeup artists. I'll only allow my personal makeup artists and stylists to handle me," Wendy declared. Cathy paid no heed, focusing on her makeup.

Observing the hustle and bustle of the makeup artists and stylists enduring the criticism, Maeve quietly sat at the makeup table, starting to apply makeup herself.