Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBECKY - Fierce Attraction : Intersections Of Fate

Becky Armstrong bustled into the Channel 3 Media production meeting room, Fai, her ever-reliable stylist, trailing closely behind with a rack of mood boards and a tablet displaying the week's schedule. The room buzzed with activity as stylists, PR representatives, and production staff finalized details for the highly anticipated Prism Vogue campaign—a flagship project from the Chankimha Group's luxury fashion division.

Chut Pattarapon, Becky's manager, was already seated at the table, flipping through a draft schedule. Across the table, Boon, Becky's PR manager, scanned her tablet, her fingers flying across the screen as she made last-minute notes.

Fai perched on the edge of a chair, laying out concept boards and scrolling through her phone for visual references. She glanced up at Becky, her sharp eye catching every detail of Becky's outfit.

"They've nailed down the location for the main shoot," Fai announced. "It's at the Orchid Riverside Hotel—total luxury vibes. Stunning views, perfect lighting for those city skyline shots. It's exactly what Prism Vogue wants."

Becky nodded as she took her seat, her fingers flipping through the day's agenda with practiced ease. "And the creative briefing is still set for next Tuesday, right? Chut mentioned that Freen might only stay for the first hour."

Fai smirked knowingly, unable to resist poking fun. 

"You sound almost disappointed. I thought you were counting down the days until you'd have to deal with her as little as possible."

Becky groaned, sinking deeper into her chair. 

"I'm not disappointed. I'm just... curious. She always has some cryptic comment to toss in, and then she leaves the rest of us to figure it out."

Before Fai could tease her further, Boon burst into the room with her trademark energy, practically vibrating with excitement as she waved her phone.

"You'll never believe this," Boon started, her voice practically crackling with glee. "Rumor has it Freen might not show up at all. Apparently, her family is dragging her to some exclusive dinner with a potential fiancé. High-society matchmaking at its finest."

Becky froze, her fingers halting mid-scroll. Her chest tightened slightly, though she quickly masked the reaction with a casual shrug. "So, she's skipping out on the campaign to play matchmaking pawn?"

"That's what the whispers are saying," Boon replied, sliding her phone across the table. A bold headline blared: 

"Ice Queen CEO Freen Chankimha Rumored to Be in Arranged Marriage Talks with Heir to Business Empire."

Fai raised an eyebrow, leaning in to glance at the screen. 

"Classic corporate meddling. Gotta love the old 'marriage for business alliances' trope. Makes our drama campaigns look tame by comparison."

Becky forced a laugh, hoping to steer the conversation back to the campaign. 

"Sounds like a nightmare. If she's busy playing dress-up for dinner, maybe we'll actually get through this shoot in peace."

Boon leaned back in her chair, smirking. 

"I don't know... You almost sound like you care what happens to her."

Becky shot her a sharp look, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Care? Please. I'm just saying it's ridiculous. Even someone as insufferable as Freen doesn't deserve to be auctioned off like a piece of property."