The day I was fired, I walked away from an $800 million contract. My boss ended up on his knees, begging me to come back.

I looked at the paper. Triple salary? Vice President? I ripped the contract up in front of them.

“Too late, Ryan,” I said as I let the pieces of paper fall to the ground. “A little while ago, while I was eating shrimp, your main competitor called me: Global Horizon Group.”