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I’m riding behind Alexander on my motorcycle, with his gold-digging wife Jane and their kids, Victoria, Kevin, and Kaiser, riding in their Rolls-Royce Cullinan ahead of me on a dark stretch of highway. I’m keeping a reasonable distance, just minding my own business and following the flow of traffic. What I don’t realize is that they always have security following them in cars that blend into traffic so perfectly that you’d never notice them unless you were actively looking for something suspicious. They’re basically invisible unless you’re specifically trying to play detective. Eventually, I move into the fast lane and pass them on the expressway, literally doing what everyone else on the road is doing. I don’t even give them a second thought. But somehow, Jane notices me immediately and gets annoyed for absolutely no reason. She sits in the passenger seat staring at me through the window like I’ve personally offended her just by existing in the same traffic stream. Meanwhile, I’m completely unaware of whatever problem she thinks we’re having, because I’m literally just riding my motorcycle and trying to get where I’m going.