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A commercial vehicle was driving through the streets of Washington City. A blonde woman was behind the wheel, driving wildly with one hand while sorting documents with the other. She kept her head down most of the time, only glancing up occasionally to check the road. Layla, sitting in the back seat, was terrified as the woman made sudden lane changes. Fariha, also in the back seat, smiled at Layla. "You'll get used to it. Beyonce always drives like this." "Ms. Layla, we're arranging for you...