Myra Park, a plucky, ambitious TV producer on a reality dating show, always dreamed of seeing her name at the top of the credits. But after being fired from her last gig, she’s strapped for cash and on her last chance. If she can get the golden couple to the altar (with cameras rolling, of course), she’ll earn a bonus big enough to just about cover cancer treatment for her mom—who scrimped and sacrificed to put Myra through film school. So she has to ignore her simmering crush on Preston, the handsome doctor-turned-bachelor. So what? She can do this.

Then Myra discovers the body of the front-runner floating in the pool on-set. The police rule out foul play, but Myra uncovers clues that suggest otherwise. Still, Myra’s high-strung boss and the executive producer insist the show must go on.

Preston, meanwhile, claims he’s trying to find his person. The real reality? He’s on leave after making a fatal medical error that shattered his confidence. He thinks his attorneys can settle the malpractice case, including an airtight NDA, before anyone finds out.

When the executive producer learns Myra’s done some covert sleuthing, he suggests that Myra could be implicated—after all, she was the last one to see the victim alive, and she has no alibi. Then, ostensibly as punishment for insubordination, the showrunner sends Myra on a pointless errand where she narrowly escapes a threatening rideshare driver who may have been sent to teach her a lesson. Myra knows if she keeps sleuthing, she’ll be fired, but if she doesn’t—she’ll be killed, or worse, framed.