Do they even know what’s coming?

Amara sat back in her chair, watching the chaos unfold on the set. The cast had gathered for the day's challenge an absurdly over-the-top ordeal just to earn breakfast. But of course, this wasn't a normal breakfast challenge. No, the producers had decided that in order to eat, the contestants would have to endure a series of humiliating tasks. Because who doesn't want to start their day by crawling through mud or getting doused in syrup?

She glanced at Felix, who was scrolling through his phone, clearly ignoring the impending disaster. They, of course, wouldn't be participating in this madness. As sponsors and organizers, they'd be enjoying a nice, normal breakfast with the producer, far from the horror show the cast was about to endure.

"Do they even know what's coming?" she asked Felix, raising an eyebrow.

Felix grinned. "Not a clue. That's half the fun."

Fun. Right. Fun for Felix, maybe. For the cast, though? This was going to be a nightmare.