Keira
The contract arrived at seven the next morning, forty-three pages of legal language dense enough that I ended up printing it out just to make the margins wide enough for notes. By the time the team gathered in the conference room at nine, I'd already highlighted a dozen clauses that made my stomach turn.
"They want full access," I said, sliding my copy across the table toward Monica. "Not just game footage, not just scheduled appearances. Section fourteen specifically mentions 'personal residences, private conversations, and unscripted moments between subjects.'"
"That's invasive even by reality television standards," Monica admitted, scanning the page with a deepening frown.
"There's an exclusivity clause too," Ryder added, tapping his own copy. "If we sign, we're locked into th
