Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

It was a blind spot from our apartment’s windows.

I opened the rear door and slid in. My older brother, Julian, was sitting in the back wearing a dark trench coat. He looked grim.

Julian wasn’t the type to panic easily. He took over the family’s North American operations at 26 and had faced every kind of corporate shark imaginable.

But right now, the continue reading …