The day I was fired, I walked away from an 800-million-dollar contract. My boss ended up on his knees, begging me to come back.
“Wasn’t I fired?” There was a silence so long on the other end that I could hear my own TV. A comedian was shouting something about a wedding in Brooklyn, and the audience was laughing as if the world wasn’t ending for anyone. I dipped a shrimp into the sauce, tasted it, and waited. Ramirez…
