LATE in the afternoon, Queen sat in the luxurious comfort of her penthouse in San Francisco, scrolling through her tablet while sipping on a glass of wine. The day had been long, dealing with business matters and corporate nonsense, but at least, what kept her going was that she had tackled a huge part of the problem that had brought her here.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked up lazily. Who could that be?

"Come in," she called, adjusting her position on the couch.

One of her domestic staff entered, holding a sealed envelope in his hand.

"This just arrived for you, ma'am," he announced, extending...