I’m riding behind Alexander on my motorcycle with his gold-digging wife Jane and their kids—Victoria, Kevin, and Kaiser—in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan on a dark stretch of highway, keeping my distance. What I don’t realize is that they always have security following them in cars that blend in so well you’d only notice them if you were actively trying to play detective. So when I pass them on the expressway in the fast lane like literally everyone else on the road, Jane somehow gets annoyed for no reason, staring at me from the passenger seat like I’ve personally ruined her day just by existing in the same traffic stream.