Sara May, in her $400 silk pajamas, walk to the front door. She opened it. Kyle stood there, all fake charm and hidden fists.

Sara laughed, a perfect, tinkling sound. "Got it, little brother."

"Do it, Vince. Wide angle. No filter."

Tonight was the Sara May: Unfiltered livestream—a sponsored event for a luxury mattress brand. Vince was in the control room, running the show.