When Benedict left home, it was maybe the first time he'd stood up to his family. It was also meant to be the last. No contact, he said, I'm disinvesting. In all honesty, they weren't sorry to see him go. Ben had never had their talent, never had the family spark. When you run a city - especially they way the Macallans ran theirs - the last thing you need is a reluctant passenger. But…