Mirabe had only ever been on the live show Country Comfort once before, so when she first started shooting themercial, she was understandably a bit rusty. She flubbed her lines twice. But by the third. take, she had fully gotten into the swing of things. She slipped into her role with such ease that it was as if she was born for the camera. On the other hand, Leo, <b>her </b><b>co</b>–star, seemed to struggle with every take.
Leo was no stranger to endorsements, having done a fewmercials himself. You’d think, with his experience, he’d outshine his sister, but as the shoot went on, Mirabe set the pace, leading Leo into the rhythm needed to wrap up the shoot.
The brand manager had been sweating bullets at the start, but as the takes got smoother, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Once they wrapped, he reviewed the footage, particrly taken with Mirabe’s mysterious, cool demeanor that shone through even without showing her face. He couldn’t have been more pleased.
He was convinced–his insistence on casting her was spot on. Plus, this was just the raw vlog footage. Once they added sound effects in post–production, the sales were going to skyrocket.
The manager was bursting with excitement. He whipped out his phone and instructed the ad department to buckle down and finish the production <b>that </b>very night–even if it meant working overtime. A good ad dyed by even a day was a significant loss.
Just after wrapping up, Leo sneezed so hard it seemed to shake his very core. Mirabe nced at him, noticing the pallor of his <b>skin </b>against the cold, and remarked, “Leo, your immune system could use some
work.”
Before Leo could respond, he <b>was </b>interrupted by another sneeze. Collins came over, draping his coat over Leo’s shoulders, then handed Mirabe her jacket <b>as </b>well.
As she slipped on her coat, Mirabe asked, “Collins, we’re <b>all </b>done here, right? No more shots needed?”
Collins pondered for a moment before replying. “Well, if this ad does well, I reckon we might need some additional photoshoots.”
Mirabe’s eyebrows shot up. “Will that be a separate charge?
Collins gave her a silent look.
“I recall use 12, subsection 3 of <b>the </b>contract states the fee covers thismercial shoot only, <b>not </b><b>any </b>additional photography,” she added.
Collins‘ eyes widened in disbelief. How did she remember <b>that</b>? He recalled how Mirabe had only skimmed the contract when signing it, and he had thought she was merely putting on an act, not really understanding the details.
Now… Collins touched his nose self–consciously. “Mira, how do you remember all that?”
“Is it that hard?” Mirabe shot back.
Feeling like his intelligence was being mocked, Collins muttered to himself. “Was it not difficult? She had pinpointed it down to the exact use and subsection!”
Leo, rubbing his nose and sounding a bit nasal, chimed in matter–of–factly, “Collins, have you forgotten my sister’s a straight–A student?”
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Collins shot him a look. Being a straight–A student and having a photographic memory were entirely different things, thank you very much!
Not in the mood to argue with Leo, Collins turned back to Mirabe and said, “If the brand wants additional photos, well renegotiate the fees.”
“Mhmm, Mirabe nodded, pleased as punch, as if she was already counting the extra cash that would soon be hers
Leo turned away, unable to watch his sister’s mercenary glee. She was such a money grubber.
Suddenly, Collins remembered something. He quickly fished Mirabe’s phone out of his bag and handed it to her. “Oh right, Mira, someone tried to call you earlier. I didn’t pick up.”
Mirabe took her phone and checked the missed calls. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her fingertips grazing the phone’s edge. She didn’t call back but instead slipped the phone back into her pocket.