At my son’s wedding, I stood frozen as my wife was shoved into the mud. Before I could react, my daughter-in-law laughed and said, “Don’t pretend this is about anything but stealing attention.”

passed as I met quietly with lawyers. Not our usual counsel—Daniel knew them—but a specialist in Madrid named Mercer. A man who understood power.

“You realize what happens if you trigger this clause?” Mercer asked one gray afternoon, tapping a worn document from 1998. “This is the nuclear option, Arthur.”

“I know,” I replied, watching rain streak across continue reading …