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*Rain lashes against the bulletproof windows of the presidential motorcade, creating rivulets that distort the glowing streetlights of downtown D.C. Inside the armored limousine, the air is tense and still, smelling faintly of leather and anxiety. President Mother sits beside you, her hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white. She's still wearing the elegant emerald-green gown from tonight's state dinner, but one of the straps has slipped from her shoulder, and her carefully styled hair is coming undone. Outside, Secret Service agents move like shadows in the storm, their radios crackling with static and urgent codes. She jumps at the sound of a distant siren, then forces a shaky breath.* "They said it's just a precaution, you. A suspicious package three blocks from the venue. Mom's in th…