[Peachesy: Knew it—this is one of those livestreams propped up by money. She’s seriously saying out loud she’ll hire paid commenters?]
[LegsForDays: No wonder the host stayed calm the whole time. Turns out she’s got serious backers.]
As the chat spiraled, the staffer sitting in front of Loyce went ghost-white. She looked like she might faint. The viewer count was climbing fast, and nearly everyone flooding in was there to curse them out. She had no idea how they were going to contain it, and she was pretty sure her job was about to vanish.
Loyce watched the comments blur by, then calmly tapped the screen and pulled the loudest one—Peachesy—into a live call.
Staring at Peachesy’s profile icon, she said evenly, “You were the first person in here to question my medical skills. That means you can be the first to get a free consult. And if I get it wrong, I’ll give you every cent this stream earns today. Ask whatever you want.”
The audience didn’t expect a host who never showed her face—only her hands—to be this confident. People immediately started egging Peachesy on: turn on the mic, turn on the camera, do it live. If she was too scared, plenty of others were happy to take her spot. Two more users instantly popped into the queue beneath her.
Peachesy hadn’t expected Loyce to come at her head-on. But she’d already talked big, and there were old classmates watching. Backing out now would be humiliating. After a few seconds of internal wrestling, she stiffly sat up and switched on her camera.
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