A production crew member stood near the corner, listening too intently. Another crew member leaned in, whispered something, then glanced quickly toward Eve and looked away.
The rumour wasn’t staying in the contestant circle.
It was leaking into production.
And if it reached production, it could reach editing rooms.
It could reach social media teams.
It could become content.
It could become a scandal served in a package neat enough for people to digest without thinking.
Ryan leaned closer to Eve.
“We need to get ahead of it,” he said. “Before it becomes a storm we can’t control.”
Eve’s throat tightened. “How?”
Ryan’s eyes were hard. “We control the narrative. We speak before they decide what the story is.”
Camila’s brows lifted slightly. “Speak how?”
Ryan glanced at her briefly.
