The glass doors of Sunrise Savings Bank swung open, pushed forcefully by a security guard. James Carter

, an elderly man with a face marked by years of hard work, stumbled slightly as he was ushered out. His wooden cane wobbled beneath him, and his leather shoes scraped against the tiled floor.“I’ve been banking here for 35 years!” James protested, his voice frail but desperate. “Miss June always helped me. I don’t understand these new rules.”Behind him, a bank teller’s sharp voice rang out. “Sir, we’ve explained this already. Without digital ID verification, we cannot access your account. It’s policy.”Oliver Anthony’s Controversial Hymn “I Don’t Care About Your Pronouns” Soars to No. 1ROBERT DE NIRO SLAMS KAROLINE LEAVITTAOC blames Trump and MAGA for more than 100 d3aths in Texas’ historic floodsJames stood just outside the bank, his shoulders sagging. In his hands, he clutched a crumpled stack of old utility bills, a faded Social Security letter, and his veteran ID. His fingers trembled, and as he tried to steady himself, the papers slipped from his grasp, scattering across the ground.Passersby barely paid attention as James slowly knelt, struggling to gather his documents. A young woman approached to help, but the security guard waved her off. “He’s fine, ma’am.”James wasn’t fine. His voice cracked as he muttered, “My wife’s medicine… The pharmacy closes in an hour.”He tried to stand tall, to hold onto the dignity that had carried him through decades of hard work and service, but today, it was slipping away. Inside the bank, Rebecca Lane, the new manager, watched from her glass-walled office. At 32, she was ambitious, eager to prove herself, and known for strictly enforcing corporate policies. From her desk, she could see James. She sighed and shook her head, glancing at a corporate memo on her screen: No exceptions to digital ID protocols. Violations subject to review.Her job was on the line.  James’s cane clattered to the ground as he stooped to gather his papers. Outside, a little girl tugged at her father’s sleeve.“Daddy, look at that man,” she said softly.The man turned and frowned. It was Steph Curry, the NBA superstar, in town visiting a youth basketball camp. He had just finished lunch with his daughter Riley and was walking back to their car when they noticed James.“Wait here, Riley,” Steph said, stepping toward the elderly man. “Sir, do you need help?”James looked up, startled. He immediately recognized the face. “Oh, I—I don’t want to bother you,” he stammered.“You’re not bothering me,” Steph said, crouching to help retrieve the scattered papers. “What’s going on?”James hesitated before speaking, his voice filled with frustration. “They won’t let me access my money. There are all these new rules…

something about needing a smartphone app. I don’t have one of those fancy phones, just this old flip thing.” He held up the device, its buttons worn smooth from years of use.Riley, who had joined her dad by then, furrowed her brow. “That’s not fair.”Steph handed the papers back to James, who sighed deeply. “My wife Eleanor… She just started a new treatment, and the medication’s expensive. I need to pick it up before the pharmacy closes. I’ve been coming to this bank for decades—never had a problem before.”The glass doors swung open again, this time pushed by Steph Curry, with James walking beside him. Riley followed closely, her phone in her pocket but ready to record if needed. The buzz in the lobby quieted as the trio entered. Heads turned, and whispers spread.“That’s Steph Curry!” a customer murmured.Rebecca Lane stepped out of her office, her professional smile faltering. “Mr. Curry,” she said cautiously, “is there something I can help you with?” Steph’s voice was calm but firm. “Yes. You can help Mr. Carter access his account.”Rebecca glanced at James and quickly recovered her corporate demeanor. “Mr. Carter has been

informed of our new policies. Without digital verification, we can’t—”Steph interrupted. “I get the policy. I’ve heard the buzzwords—digital security, fraud prevention, liability issues. But let me tell you what I see. I see a man who served his country, who has been loyal to this bank for over three decades, and who just wants to get his wife the medicine she needs. And you’re telling me he can’t because he doesn’t own a smartphone?”Rebecca opened her mouth to respond, but Steph wasn’t finished. “Look at him,” he said, gesturing to James. “Does this man look like a fraud risk to you? Or does he look like someone who’s worked hard his whole life, trusted your institution with his money, and now just needs a little help?”The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Rebecca shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not that simple,” she began.“It is that simple,” Steph shot back. “Banking is about people, not just policies. You have the power to help him right now. So why aren’t you?”Customers were watching intently, some raising their phones to record. The pressure was mounting.“I can’t just override the system,” Rebecca said, though her voice wavered.“Then call someone who can,” Steph said. “Because if you don’t, I’ll personally make sure everyone in this town knows how Sunrise Savings treats its customers. And I’ll help Mr. Carter take his business—and everyone else’s—somewhere else.”Rebecca’s face flushed. She wasn’t used to being challenged like this. But she could see the tide turning against her.Sitting at her desk, her hands trembling slightly, she navigated the system. The emergency override feature was something she had been trained to use but never expected to. It wasn’t just about James Carter—it was about the precedent she was about to set.