CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE – COMING TO THE STUDIO

The first sign that her efforts were utterly futile came during a routine edit bay viewing. "What in the actual hell is this?" Kayla's brow furrowed as the footage played out before them - a sequence depicting the survivors' initial days on the island after the crash. On screen, Warren Cheng was portrayed in an almost cartoonishly villainous light, rubbing his hands together greedily as he tried to ration out supplies. "This mere peon scarcely deserves a morsel of our life-sustaining rations," his voice had been overdubbed into a mocking, nasal whine. Beside the offensively stereotyped Cheng stood Samantha Westbrook, eyes wide and lips quivering in apparent hysteria. "Oh please, Mr. Important Business Man! Don't let the scary natives eat me with their calorie-rich rabbit stew!" Kayla's jaw went slack as the ridiculous scene unfolded. This was... this was beyond embellishment or narrative shaping. It was a brazenly one-sided hatchet job, painting the CEOs as bumbling, offensive cari