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MIKE: Dan, what are you going to rely on—predictions or performance? These
concerns are just smokescreens to deflect attention away from the sub-par records of
other portfolio managers. Old views need to be challenged and ultimately discarded.
How else are we going to progress and keep up with our competitors?
DAN: I agree we need to change, Mike—but gradually. You have great ideas and
terrific instincts, but you can’t change a 30-year-old firm overnight. You can help me
promote change, but you’re pushing so fast, others are digging in their heels. The
rate of change is just as important as the direction.
MIKE: You’re telling me. And at this rate, it doesn’t make much difference which
direction we’re headed in.
DAN: Come on, Mike. Don’t be so cynical. If you’d just stop rubbing people’s
noses in your performance record and try to see things from their perspective, we
could calm things down around here. Then maybe we could start building consensus.
Mike’s emotions betray his impatience with the pace of the organization; he becomes
agitated.
MIKE: I’ve always admired your judgment, and I value your friendship, but I hon-
estly think you’re kidding yourself. You seem to think you can get this firm to look like
it’s progressive—shrugging off its stodgy image—without taking any risks or ruffling
any feathers. Are you interested in appearance or substance? If you want appear-
ance, then hire a good PR person. If you want substance, then back me up and we’ll
rewrite the record book. Get off the fence, Dan, before your butt’s full of slivers.
DAN: Mike, it simply isn’t that easy. I’m not EPI, I’m simply its caretaker. You
know we make decisions around here by consensus; that’s the backbone of this orga-
nization. To move ahead, the confidence of the others has to be won, especially the
confidence of the seniors. Frankly, your reputation as a maverick makes it hard to fos-
ter confidence in, and loyalty to, your plans.
MIKE: You knew my style when you hired me. Remember how you made it a
point to promise me flexibility and autonomy? I’m not getting that any more, Dan. All
I’m getting is grief, even though I’m running circles around your conservative cronies.
DAN: Well, that may be true. But your flamboyance . . .
MIKE: Oh, yeah. The sports car, the singles lifestyle, the messy office. But, again,
that’s appearance, Dan, not substance. Performance is what counts. That’s what got
me this far, and that’s my ticket out. You know I could walk into any firm in town and
write my own plan.
DAN: Well, there’s no reason to be hasty.
MIKE: Do you honestly believe this can be salvaged? I think not. Maybe it’s
time for me to be moving on. Isn’t that why you called me in here anyway?
Dan, feeling uncomfortable, breaks eye contact and shifts his gaze to the New York
skyline. After a long pause, he continues, still gazing out of the window.
DAN: I don’t know, Mike. I feel I’ve failed. My grand experiment in change has
polarized the office; we’ve got two armies at war out there. On the other hand, you
really have done a good job here. EPI will no doubt lose a good part of its customer
base if you leave. You have a loyal following, with both customers and staff. If you go,
so do they—along with our shot at changing our image.
MIKE: It’s just like you, Dan, to take this problem personally. Blast it, you take
everything personally. Even when I beat you at racquetball. Your heart’s in the right
place—you just can’t ever seem to make the cutthroat hit. You know and I know that
EPI needs a change in image. But it doesn’t appear to be ready for it yet. And I’m cer-
tainly not willing to move slowly.