"I won't apologize for standing up for someone who can't defend themselves," I said firmly, watching the female streamer—Yoyo—stomp away in humiliation.
The construction worker approached me, gratitude etched across his weathered face. "Thank you, sir. Not many would've stepped in like that."
I nodded, remembering all too well how it felt to be powerless. "Everyone deserves dignity."
Before I could say more, Yoyo whirled around, her face contorted with rage. She'd been filming on a second phone, and now she thrust it toward me, broadcasting live.
"You think you're some kind of hero?" she shrieked. "My followers will destroy you! Do you even know who I am?"
I stepped closer, my patience evaporating. "No, and I don't care. What I do know is that you're a bully who gets off on humiliating others for clicks."
Her eyes widened at my directness. "How dare you! I have three million followers!"
"And not an ounce of decency," I replied coolly. "Put the phone down."
