Returning early after three months, the millionaire choked back tears, expecting his daughter to run into his arms. Instead, she whispered, “Daddy, you’re back early.” Stepping inside, he saw her shivering in rags, while his wife lived in luxury. He froze, knelt down, and asked softly, “Who did this to you?”

stairs right then. Any protagonist in a cheap cinema melodrama would have done exactly that. But I, Rodrigo Navarro, had not amassed one of the most formidable real estate portfolios on the Iberian Peninsula by throwing tantrums before surveying the entire battlefield. I had survived vicious corporate takeovers, labyrinthine lawsuits, boardroom betrayals,continue reading …