"Have you approved the budget on Jill's plans?" asks Peter.
"We were just discussing that, Mr. Marriott," begins Dick.
"I don't want the plans discussed, Dick," says Peter. "I want them approved. Phil, Kerry, Paul, Max, Morty, Glenn, Louise, Jill and I discussed those plans for two days and we approved them. What's the holdup?"
"I was just asking Jill about the analysis she performed before proposing the communication plan, Mr. Marriott," says Dick. He's leaning forward, staring at his hands between his knees.
"Analysis is what you do when you're not sure of what to do," says Peter. "You're not sure of what to do, Dick?"
"No," says Dick. "I'm not sure of. . . . I did not see any analysis conducted before Jill proposed this plan."
"Which one?" asks Peter. "There are two plans, Dick."
"The executive communication plan," says Dick.
"Continue."
"Apparently, Jill proposed this plan before conducting a proper survey with appropriate analysis . . . to determine, uh, a suitable intervention for the executive and management teams."
"How do you know?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, how do you know?"
"I asked her," says Dick. "She told me all she did was to meet and talk to the executives for a few minutes."
"Sounds like a proper survey and analysis to me," says Peter.
"No, no," says Dick. "A proper survey and analysis takes time, sometimes weeks and months."
"A proper survey and analysis takes months?" says Peter, "That sounds expensive. Who would authorize payment for this extended survey and analysis?"
"Well, we would have to review the proposals and. . . ."
"Spend more time, more money?"
Dick opens his mouth but closes it again.
"Dick," says Peter.
"Yes."
"Remove the stipulation that a proper survey and analysis takes months."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look, I'm addressing your objections patiently, Dick, but it's going to take a long time if I have to repeat myself throughout the process. Please pay attention."
"Alright, remove the . . . months," says Dick.
"Good. Now, what constitutes a proper survey and analysis?"
"I beg your . . . I guess . . . a thorough analysis, excuse me, no, an accurate estimation of what is needed—some sort of intervention—and then a proposal . . . of that intervention."
"Did Jill make an accurate estimation and propose an appropriate intervention?"
"I don't know," says Dick. "How would I know if her estimation was accurate or her proposed intervention was appropriate?"
"Who does know?"
"I beg . . . I suppose Phil and Max and . . . you," says Dick.
The office is silent for ten seconds. Finally, Peter says, "Please go on, Dick."
"I . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Marriott, but I don't know what you're asking me to do."
"Do you have a valid objection to these plans, Dick?"
"I guess not," says Dick.
"Help me understand, Dick," says Peter. "You just wasted my time, your time and Jill's time for no reason?"
"No, no," says Dick, "I had a valid . . . concern."
Peter sighs audibly. "Dick, you just agreed that your objection is not valid."
Dick says nothing.
After waiting several seconds, probably on hold while he and Stephanie laugh their asses off, Peter continues, "What do you expect of someone who wastes three people's time, Dick?"
Dick clears his throat, swallows and raises his eyes to mine. "I apologize for wasting your time with these objections," he says and drops his eyes again.
"When will you approve the budget for these plans, Dick?"
"Immediately, Mr. Marriott."
"I believe this is an object lesson for you, Dick. You waste people's time with concerns that you then admit are not even valid. You need this intervention as much as anyone at Doc's does, therefore, I expect you to pass Jill's requirements more quickly and with the highest score of anyone. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"You might assume, Dick, that your position entitles you to some slack from Jill. Do you assume that?"
"No sir," says Dick, "Quite the opposite."
"Jill, are you there?"
"Yes, I am."
"Dick wants you to be tougher on him than anybody else. Can you do that and still remain fair and impartial?"
"No, but I will make an exception in Dick's case."
"Good. I expect substantial and immediate results." The line goes dead.
Dick raises his face to look at me again. "Will you excuse me? I have work to do."
Standing, I turn and walk out, leaving the door open.
Kelly turns to look at me, raises her eyebrows and one thumb as if to ask, "Did it go well?"
Smile and barely nod. Louise' door is open, so I walk over and look inside. Louise is reading something, her head in her hands. I tap on the doorframe and say, "Excuse me, Louise."
She looks up. Her face is puffy, especially around the eyes.
"I just met with Dick Scope. He intends to approve both plans immediately. We have momentum," I say with a grin.
She nods and drops her head into her hands again.
Walk away, brushing a finger along Kelly's shoulder by way of thanks as I pass. Get a wink in return.
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