Cristoff stomped into the production room he was cussing at his assistant, the poor girl looked petrified. He smashed some keys and brought up a camera feed from down by the "ocean" and began scanning the video feed.
"When did you say this happened?" He snapped making his assistant jump.
"Um, sir, I…..I think it was about a half an hour ago….more or less." Her voice was a squeak by the end of her sentence.
"How the flying fuck do you not know the details? Was the girl even fucking murdered or did she just disap-" the stopping of his tirade made everyone in the room turn and look at the screen. It was obvious that there was a really big problem that just happened. On the main screen showed a body on a cot in the basement of the Truman house, there was a snoring sound coming from the cot. On screen before Cristoff and the assistant were Robert and a now dead young woman. Typically the other cameras would record whatever was going on, especially during times when Robert and Julia were getting intimate, or one of them was naked. Usually though there was a scrolling subscript telling what was going on, at least a very pg version of it (they did have a large audience to appease and smut would do nothing but alienate a major part of their audience). Cristoff cussed again and turned back towards his assistant.
"Did you call the police yet, Rachel?"
"No, sir. I, I panicked and called you first. I will call them now." She reached to grab the phone and Cristoff yanked the phone out of her hand and smashed it.
"We cannot let the authorities know about this. There is too much at stake."