Felix Monroe remembered pitching the concept like it was yesterday: death row inmates bake their way to freedom.
An insane idea.
But the network bought it. And now it’s the most popular show in the world.
Of course there was outrage. At first. Releasing convicts because they won a baking competition screamed unethical.
But… the money. So much money.
Felix takes a sip from a highball glass, stares at the television in his office. He watches a convicted serial killer crack eggs for today’s recipe: vanilla sponge cake.
He leans back in his chair, puffs on a cigar.
Fucking poetry.
The Weekday One Hundred 