Before the last signature was dry on the last page of the contract, I raced home as fast as I could. I sprinted from the car to my front door and burst inside.

"Babe!" I shouted.

Jess appeared from the bedroom, wearing nothing but a grin. "Is it done?" she asked.

"Signed, sealed, and delivered!" I exclaimed.

"Holy shit," she said. "And you're good?"

"Eight figures good," I said.

"Oh my god!" she squealed. "I'm so proud of you!"

We had just signed a deal with Jonathan Summers for his next three hedge fund offerings. I was now in line for a $20 million bonus and $60 million in guaranteed...