THE setting sun in the horizon did what it knew best by casting its golden hue over the city. Mr. Wilberforce stood at the front steps of his grand mansion, adjusting the sleeves of his tailored suit as a light breeze swept across the neatly trimmed lawn. The evening sun cast a soft glow on the marble pillars of the house, and the distant hum of an approaching car signaled the return of the one person he had been waiting for, his daughter, Queen.

He checked his gold wristwatch again, impatient but eager. The chauffeur and guard he had dispatched to the airport were due any moment. A flicker of...