Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBECKY - Fierce Attraction : Intersections Of Fate

The Chankimha Group creative lead began the session promptly, launching into an overview of the campaign's concept: "urban chic meets Thai elegance." Stylists and brand representatives peppered in details about the photoshoot's narrative and its emphasis on modernity blending with heritage.

Becky listened intently, though a part of her remained distracted. She caught snippets of conversation between Rina and Ken, her fellow Channel 3 artists. Rina, always ready with a quip, made light of the campaign's dramatic poses, coaxing a few smiles out of Becky.

The creative lead gestured toward mood boards showcasing bold yet timeless designs, and Becky dutifully nodded along. She even added her input about accentuating the Thai elements in the wardrobe, drawing murmurs of agreement from the group.

Suddenly, the door swung open, drawing all eyes. May, Freen's assistant, entered briskly, her usual composed demeanor slightly frayed around the edges.

"Apologies for the interruption," May said, her voice calm despite her slightly breathless entrance. "Ms. Chankimha sends her regrets. She's been delayed by a... personal matter."

The creative lead frowned, clearly displeased. "We were counting on her input for the overall brand image."

May bowed slightly, her professionalism unwavering. "Ms. Chankimha has messaged her instructions. She requests that Ms. Armstrong act as the primary lead for creative synergy in her absence. She trusts your instincts to maintain the campaign's direction."

Becky blinked, her mind scrambling to process the sudden delegation. "Wait—Freen wants me to... handle the synergy?"

May gave a small nod, her tone neutral. "Yes. She expressed confidence in your ability to bridge the collaboration between artists and ensure the campaign stays on track. She also mentioned she will follow up soon."

A confusing swirl of emotions surged through Becky—annoyance that Freen had, yet again, thrust unexpected responsibility onto her; a flicker of pride at the apparent trust Freen had in her capabilities; and, unbidden, a twinge of concern about what "personal matter" might be keeping the CEO away.

Forcing herself to remain composed, Becky straightened in her chair. "Alright," she said, her voice steady. "Let's do this, then."

The creative team, visibly relieved, pivoted quickly to engage Becky in brainstorming ideas. Despite the unexpected role, she slipped into the task with ease, drawing on her years of experience in front of the camera to suggest poses, themes, and ways to highlight the unique strengths of each participating artist.

Rina leaned over midway through the session, whispering, "Look at you, taking charge like a boss. Freen better watch out."

Becky rolled her eyes but bit back a smirk. 

"Someone has to keep this circus running."

The meeting stretched on, but Becky found herself strangely energized, her initial frustration fading into determination. By the end, the group had a clear vision for the campaign, and the creative lead nodded approvingly.

"Excellent work, everyone," he said, glancing at Becky. "Ms. Armstrong, your leadership today was invaluable. Thank you."

As the team packed up and began to leave, Becky lingered for a moment, her thoughts drifting back to Freen. It wasn't like the CEO to bow out of something so pivotal, and the mention of a personal matter tugged at Becky's curiosity more than she cared to admit.

She shook the thought away, grabbing her bag and heading toward the exit. There were plenty of questions swirling in her mind, but for now, she focused on the small triumph of steering the meeting to success—Freen or no Freen.