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sand as I marched over to Chip and the woman in charge. “It’s in my contract that Kip and I are supposed to be on different teams.”
    “I can assure you that it’s not in your contract,” the production assistant said with a sniff. “Teams were outlined with legal yesterday.”
    “Yes, but the casting director promised me…” My voice trailed off at their expressions.
    A smirk crossed the production assistant’s face and was echoed on Chip’s. “The casting director, huh? She has no say over who is teamed up with who,” the production assistant told me. “If she did, it would have been in your contract. Did you read through all of your contract?”
    I blinked for a moment, stunned at her nasty expression. I hadn’t combed through the contract word by word. I’d just assumed…
    Damn it. Gullible Annabelle strikes again. You know what they say about assuming . I really was my own worst enemy, wasn’t I? “I don’t know if it is or not.”
    “It’s not,” she informed me in a snide voice. “Please go take your spot. As I said, teams are not negotiable.”
    “I refuse to be on Kip’s team,” I said through gritted teeth. I should have felt betrayed by the casting director, but all I really felt was embarrassed. It was my own fault that I hadn’t read the documents thoroughly enough.
    “Are you forfeiting?” The production assistant asked.
    “What happens if I forfeit?”
    “We have to find another contestant and you’ll be charged for each late day of shooting.”
    Uh. “How much does each day of shooting cost?”
    “A couple hundred grand.” She smiled tightly. “It’s all outlined in your contract.”
    Hell. I looked over at Kip.
    He smirked.
    I wanted to punch his face. I was stuck, and it was my own fault. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what I could do. If I walked, I’d be stuck with who only knew how much money in debt. I didn’t want to stay, but it wasn’t sounding like I had a choice.
    “Don’t forget about the twist,” Chip said in his fake announcer voice. “You’re teamed up, but you’re still competing against each other.”
    Oh yes. Pandora’s Box and the post-Judgment competition. Maybe we’d get lucky and lose the first round and I could beat Kip in a challenge. Maybe.
    I hesitated, then moved over to the line and stood next to Kip, my hands clenched with helpless fury. I’d endure, if only for the chance to vote Kip’s ass off.
    “Good,” Chip said, smiling over at me as if I’d made the right choice. “It looks like our lineup is going to stick. This is going to be a great season, guys.”
    I looked over at my partner, then down the line at the others who were starting with a buddy already. I wasn’t so sure about that whole ‘good season’ thing. It was clear I was going to be flying solo on an island of two-man alliances.
    “Ready? Let’s start filming again.” Chip made a motion with his hand and all cameras lifted. The game was officially back on again. As we waited, one cameraman panned his camera wide, getting a shot of us, lined up on the beach. “Ready for the next twist?”
    A cheer rose from the contestants, some more enthusiastic than others. I clapped halfheartedly, my joy for the day already gone. If they’d lied about Kip, had they lied about the fifty grand, too? Ugh. Had I fallen for a con hook, line, and sinker? I hadn’t even questioned it - I’d just assumed everyone was telling me the truth.
    Again.
    God.
    “All right, guys,” Chip’s voice interrupted my self-loathing. “As I said before, everything you’re starting the game with is in that box right here.” He gestured at the row of colorful boxes lined up at his feet, each one no taller than his knee. “You’re not even allowed the clothes on your back. At the signal, find your box with your name and change into your gear. Once you have your gear, the game starts. This is your first challenge.”
    I shivered. The game was beginning already. I was ready