She Runs the World on Money

I was the heiress of the world's richest family, and my one obsession was breaking into show business. Three years in, and I was still nobody. So to build up some buzz, I threw a fortune into joining a new show. It was a survival competition that had the whole internet glued to its livestream. Except the freshly minted "innocent flower" on the cast had declared herself a survival expert and seemed determined to make me her foil at every turn. Not only did she team up with my archnemesis and announce she was taking me on, she made a show of struggling to rig traps and catch fish right in front of me, then roasted them over a fire she'd started by hand. After all that effort, she turned to the camera and, with exaggerated caution, said to me, "Harper McAvoy, you're staring at me so pitifully. You're not hoping we'll hand over the fish, are you? "But we worked so hard for this one..." Between her survival skills and the contrast with her sweet image, she had the whole internet cheering for her. I raised a hand to block the blazing sun and pointed the other at the fat, golden fish in my rival's hands. "I'll pay a hundred thousand dollars. Hand it over." "You got it, Harper!" My rival didn't hesitate for a second and dropped the fragrant, roasted fish straight into my hands.