Peter greets us individually by name. "Max, we'll start with you," continues Peter. "What did you think of Jill's executive communication plan?"
Max declares that it's bold, simple and achievable. Peter thanks him and asks the others if they have read it. I hear a murmured chorus of "Yes."
Peter asks if there are any comments but no one says a word. "Well, that sounds like a resounding approval to me. Louise, we'll talk with Dick Scope directly after this meeting. Our recommendation will be to fund the budget for this initiative just as Jill proposes it. Any comments, Louise?"
"You and I have already reviewed the plan and found it quite satisfactory, Mr. Marriott," says Louise, "So no, I don't have any comments."
Peter asks, "Did you give a copy of both plans to Dick Scope for budget review, Louise?"
"I handed both plans to Dick yesterday afternoon after you and I spoke, Mr. Marriott," says Louise. "I told him that Jill and I would be ready to meet with him immediately after this meeting."
"Call me after Dick has approved it," says Peter.
Max says, "Excuse me. I had the impression you came up with this plan last night, Jill. Is that not true?"
"Not true. I submitted it to Louise late yesterday morning," I say in reply.
"So when you listed the three things you'd do to improve Doc's Place yesterday afternoon in Glenn's office, your third point was just pitching the plan you had already proposed to Louise?" asked Max.
"Correct."
"Hmm," says Max. "Louise, why you didn't give me at least a heads up—let alone a shot at reviewing the plan—yesterday morning?"
Louise opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She tries again, but still nothing.
"Louise?" asks Max again.
Louise looks stunned. Her eyes are wide, and she's breathing through her mouth.
"Obviously, we have a critical need for Jill's intervention," says Peter, almost giggling. "Max and Louise, perhaps you two could work out your communication problems at a later time. Jill, what's the next step?"
Knowing that Phil, Paul and Kerry are waiting for a mistake, I lean forward and speak clearly, "I have approval from Louise to enlist assistance from Liz. As soon as I receive budget approval, Liz and I will begin writing up essential details such as training for her and the two consultants from the university's graduate school of business, check-off lists and scripts where necessary. The goal, gentlemen, is to apply the intervention consistently across all executives and managers. Repetition and reinforcement will resolve individual issues. I will submit for executive review a list of those who fail to show minimal competency."
"When will you begin?" asks Max.
"November first," I say in reply.
"What day of the week is November first, by the way?" asks Kerry, I think.
Stephanie's voice comes across as clear as a bell, "It's Thursday."
"Anybody have a problem with beginning Thursday, November first?" asks Peter. When no one says a word, Peter continues, "Then I think we should begin at the top, Jill. Is that acceptable to you?"
"No. I'd like to begin with a dress rehearsal in one of Morty's shift managers' meetings. Then I'd like to work all the way through casino operations executives and managers, both slots and gaming."
"Now, just one minute," says Kerry. "We need to see the effect of this . . . training before we begin stomping through the revenue stream."
After quite a long pause, Peter asks, "Kerry makes a good point, doesn't he? Why not start at the top, Jill?"
"This intercession has immediate and significant operational effects which action research has thoroughly documented in similar venues from retail and theme parks to hospitality and banking. Revenue and profits will improve right away."
"Good enough for me," says Peter. Pausing, he asks, "Kerry?"
His voice dripping with conciliation, Kerry asks, "Why not run the intervention for a couple weeks somewhere like food or beverage? If it shows promise, we look at the numbers and decide when and how to proceed."
"Intervention that begins at the top of the operational hierarchy sends an immediate, powerful and positive message throughout," I say calmly but forcefully. "Especially communication intervention at the operational top tells middle management that the executives get it and simply expect results. Front-line employees and customers especially respond. Pussyfooting as Kerry suggests sends a message that we'll try it and drop it because it probably won't work anyway."
Silence as the seconds pass. Finally, Peter says, "Kerry, your response?"
"Not to be crude," says Kerry heatedly, "but Jill questions my loyalty, my commitment, my energy and last but not least, my manhood when she admittedly has no knowledge of what she speaks. My operational record speaks for itself."
"You're being defensive, Kerry," says Peter. "Jill has already convinced your top executives. What specifically is your concern?"
"My concern is that I heard about this intervention last night and saw the plan only an hour ago," says Kerry. "How do we know it won't have the opposite effect?"
"Let's bring Glenn and Morty in here," I say, leaning forward. "Those guys are ready, willing and able to act. Kerry, you and Phil seem paralyzed in comparison. Paul, you're no better, sitting on a national treasure like the fiftieth anniversary of legalized gambling in the United States."
"Wait a minute," says Max's mellow baritone. "You haven't bitched me out yet, Jill. I want equal time."
That makes me laugh as I hear similar laughter from the speakerphone. Louise is staring at me wide-eyed as I say, "Alright, Max, when's the last time you praised anyone for showing initiative as Louise did yesterday? What is this, a fun casino or a goddamn funeral home, for Christ's sake?"
Hushed tones come from the speakerphone'a sidebar conversation. Louise uses the opportunity to stand up, walk around her desk and sit beside me. Whispering, she says, "Jill, this is not going well. Maybe we should. . . ."
"Enough," says a firm voice. "Jill, this is Phil Garrett. You're right. Peter, the four of us agree that we support Jill's plans one hundred percent. Look at it this way, guys. If Jill's intervention utterly fails, what harm has it done? Conversely, even if the plan succeeds partially, everyone is better off."
"Thank you, Phil," says Peter. "If no one has anything else, we move forward. Thank you, Jill, for your participation. Oh yes, Louise, you did get in a couple sentences, didn't you? Have a good day." The line goes dead.
Sit watching Louise as she stands slowly and sits behind her desk. Her eyes are rimmed in red. "Would you like me to go, Louise?" I ask. She nods so I stand up and back out, pulling her door gently closed.
"Is Louise busy, Jill?" asks Kelly, sitting at one of the secretary's desks.
"Hey Kelly," I say and extend my hand, which she grasps warmly. "Sorry I haven't stopped by for a formal introduction."
"That's okay," she says with a beautiful smile.
Glance at the big rock and the wedding band on her finger. "Louise has important items to review for a few minutes," I say.
She rolls her eyes as if she knows better and says, "Dick Scope asked that you and Louise stop by his office after this meeting."
Mouth the words, "Thank you," as I move toward Dick's office.
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