Roommate War.
BELLA
The first thing I learn about living in a reality-show house is that privacy is dead.
The second thing I learn is that the speakers are evil.
As we sit at the dinner table, I nearly inhale a strand of spaghetti when the ceiling suddenly crackles to life.
Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow's scheduled activity is a cooking challenge."
I cough so violently my eyes water.
Across the table, Chase immediately slides a glass of water toward me. I snatch it before I choke to death on national television. I grimace as the cold water burns its way down my throat.
Cooking challenge? Cooking?
I stare blankly at the speaker. I'm here to investigate a scandal. Not audition for MasterChef. I have half a mind to yell,
"I'm here for journalism, not a cook-off!"
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