Friday, March 23, 11:52 AM . . .
Jim Barton sat motionless in a blue leather chair, one of several positioned around an elegant glass table at one end of the CEOās corner office. At the other end of the room, Carl Williams stood looking out a window. The silence lengthened. Finally, Williams turned to look at Barton. āSpeechlessā was not a word most people could imagine applying to Jim Barton. His energy and outspokenness as head of the Loan Operations department had made him one of IVKās most dynamic executives, a key player and a likely CEO somedayāof a different company, if not this one.
But the news Williams had delivered moments before had left Barton dumbfounded.
A few minutes earlier, Barton had rushed to Williamsās office, summoned for his turn with the new chief. All morning, the leadership team members had marched, one at a time, down that hallway, each on a journey to discover his or her fate. As the executive assistant greeted him courteously and waved him in, Barton allowed himself some optimism.
Most likely, he thought, he was about to receive a promotion. Heād done a good job, been a big contributor as the company had grown to its present size. Something like āChief Operating Officerā would fit him nicely.
On the other hand, to hear that he was being asked to leave would not have enormously surprised him. He hadnāt done anything to warrant such treatment, but unexpected things happen when companies are in crisis. The logic behind executive appointments, retirements, resignations, and firings was rarely transparent. Sometimes, Barton thought, there was little logic to it at all.
The timing of his meeting gave Barton reason for hope. According to word going around, firings, resignations, and forced retirements had been handled in the first meetings of the day. Since midmorning, heād heard mostly about reassignments. Executives called in to the early-morning meetings had departed as soon as theyād finished, but for a while now, the people emerging from meetings with the CEO had been going back to their desks. It was late enough in the dayāhe might just be in line for that plum job.
But his mood darkened when Williams, standing by the window, not looking at Barton, began to speak. The CEOās words struck Barton with near-physical force.
āJim, I donāt think youāre going to like this very much.ā
Bartonās mind raced. Why would he wait this late in the day to fire me? What have I missed or misunderstood? He pulled himself together well enough to answer, āJust tell me, Carl. Weāre all grownups here.ā
Williams chuckled. āItās not what you think. Weāre not asking you to leave or anything like that. But when you hear what I have to offer, your first inclination may be to think along those lines yourself. Though I sincerely hope not.ā
To Barton, Williamsās gestures, standing across the room, staring out the windowāthe entire sceneāappeared overly dramatic. Although the view from the thirty-fourth floor was enticing, Williams wasnāt admiring the panorama, he was avoiding eye contact. Barton glanced around, seeking additional clues to what might be going on. The office, he noticed, had been completely transformed, all signs of the previous occupant obliterated. That was too bad. Barton had gotten along well with Kyle Crawford, the former CEO. There had been rocky moments, but suddenly, looking back, those didnāt seem too awful.
āAs you know,ā Williams continued, āthe board is determined to get things on track. They want us back on our earlier, steeper growth trajectory. They believe, and I agree, that the controversy that has dogged us for the last eight months has been a damaging distraction. When they brought me in from outside, they asked me to take a look at the company and to formulate a recovery plan.
āAs you probably suspected, the board asked me to reconstruct the leadership team, to clear away the rot that might remain from the way some things were done in the pastāto recommend the composition of a team that could rise to the challenges we are facing in the coming months. Iād like you to be on that team.ā
Relief. It didnāt sound like a demotion. Williams continued.
āIt has been a difficult process. I havenāt told anyone else this, but the first time I went to the board with my proposed team, they balked. They asked for additional changes. I had originally proposed a very different role for you than the one youāve ended up in.ā
An unusual assignment. I can live with that. Spirits lifting, Barton made a constructive noise: āIām willing to do whatever will help,ā he offered. āYou know me, Carl. Iām a team player.ā
āIām delighted that you are taking that attitude,ā said Williams, who smiled but maintained his place at the window.
āYou see, after a considerable amount of shuffling and reshuffling, and having discussed this with the board extensively, weāve . . .ā Here Williams drew in a deep breath, āWell, weāve decided that you should be our new chief information officer.ā
This was the news that had knocked the air out of Jim Barton, reducing him to this unfamiliar wordless state. After allowing Barton a moment, Williams finally turned from the window. Barton felt his bossās gaze burn into him. Finally, Barton managed to babble: āCIO? You want me to be the CIO?ā
āDavies has been overwhelmed in that role. Youāve been one of his most outspoken critics.ā
āI know, but . . . Iāve got no background in information technology.ā
āBy all accounts, you have a lot of ideas on how IT should be run. Many people think theyāre pretty good ideas. I think youāve said a few things along those lines to me, even in my short time here. Unlike Davies, youāll report directly to me.ā
Not yet able to unpack a tangle of additional objections crammed together in a ball at the top of his mind, Barton simply repeated himself: āBut Iāve got no background in IT.ā
āAnd Davies has a lot. That clearly didnāt work, so weāve decided to try something else.ā Williams moved to the table and sat down. The CEO leaned forward, locking eyes with Barton. āYouāre a good manager, one of our best. You may not know much about IT, but we think youāll figure it out.ā
āIāll figure it out?ā
āYes.ā He nodded and leaned back in his chair. āItās very important, you know.ā
āI know itās important. Iāve been saying that myself.ā
āA lot of people have heard you, loud and clear. The members of the board of directors agree. Weāre not a small firm anymore. Havenāt been for a while. Increasingly, weāre more of a financial services factory. But we donāt come close to running the company that way yet. Thatās got to change. And a huge part of the change will be IT.ā
Barton could hardly object. Williams was paraphrasing arguments that Barton had made many times. When heād made these arguments, though, heād never imagined that it might become his job to act on them. The sobering thought that he might need to figure out how to implement his own recommendations helped him recover.
āWhatās going on with Davies?ā asked Barton.
āGone,ā said Williams. āThis morning.ā
So there would not even be a transition period. Just as well. Barton had never gotten along with Davies. Davies didnāt like Barton, and who could blame him? Barton had been very critical of IT. He wasnāt proud of it, but heād even occasionally stooped to making fun of Daviesās weird taste in neckties.
āCarl,ā said Barton, āI just donāt think Iām the right choice. Itās not the place I can add the most value. Can I ask you to reconsider?ā
Williams stood, strode to his desk, ready to move on to his next meeting. āItās done,ā he said. āI know itās a shock, but I think this is a fundamentally sound choice. Think about it. If you can manage a modicum of objectivity, I think youāll see that itās a good idea. As unexpected as this may seem, itās not a punishment. IT is a problem area. You are a highly regarded fixer. Itās going to be hard, but if you succeed, it will be very good for this business.ā
āI just canāt see it at the moment,ā said Barton.
āGive it time,ā said Williams, impatience creeping into his voice, ābut not too much time. I sincerely hope you wonāt do anything stupid, like walking out. Let me know what you decide.ā
The meeting was over. Williams still had many others to talk to before his day was finished.
Barton stood and walked slowly toward the door, but turned back as he approached it.
āThanks, Carl,ā he said, automatically.
Williams looked up, trying to determine whether Barton intended sarcasm, deciding that he did not. āYou are most welcome,ā he said. Then he looked down at a sheaf of papers on his desk to remind himself who was next on the dayās meeting schedule.
Friday, March 23, 2:41 PM . . .
A small crowd was forming outside Bartonās office. All day, eager IVK employees had been working on a whiteboard in the back of a storage room to create a chart showing the new management team for the company, as well as they could discern it. It was detective work, following clues to possible scenarios and likely conclusions. All of it would be announced soon enough, of courseāprobably as soon as Mondayābut curious souls could not wait that long. Besides, it was fun, in a fatalistic sort of way, this sleuthing for facts that might have implications for all, their jobs and careers. Certainly, it was more fun than fretting or doing their desk jobs.
Much was known. Some executives had told people of their new assignments. Othersā roles had been determined by mysterious, undisclosed means. Still others had been escorted from the building and were presumed gone for good.
Jim Barton remained the biggest puzzle. He hadnāt been let go, but had said nothing to anyone about what Williams had offered him, and he was an obvious fit in none of the remaining slots. When inquisitiveness overwhelmed them, people gravitated to the corridor outside Bartonās office. The bold ones squinted through glass and half-closed blinds to try to see what he was doing.
Barton was oblivious to their attention, lost in a thick fog, oscillating between anger and excitement, as unsure as he had ever been about anything. One minute heād decided to resign, the next he was jotting notes for improvements to IT processes. Heād skipped lunch, a bad idea, he realized now. At 1:35 pm, heād begun searching the web. His eyes were locked on his screen. From within his sphere of intense concentration, he could not have seen people peering in at him even if heād looked right at them.
The first thing he had typed was āIT Management.ā His search had produced 2,510 million web pages on that subject. He clicked on the first of these; what looked like a table of contents for a magazine appeared. He scanned it. āOutsourcing IT.ā That seemed like a legitimate management issue. The next few items, reviews of new devices, not so much. Then came stories about companies that had succeeded with things that had tech-sounding names. Acronyms littered the pages. Most of what he saw didnāt look like āmanagementā at all. This was one of Bartonās pet peeves. He used to say it to Davies all the time: āIT management has to be about management. Talk to me about management. Profit. Risk. Return. Process. People. Donāt tech-jargon me.ā
Barton stood up, moved to his whiteboard, and erased everything on it. Then, at the top, in big letters he wrote, āIT management is about management.ā He underlined the second āmanagementā and looked around unsuccessfully for a pen of a different color that he could use to emphasize the word even more.
For a while, he just stared at what he had written. Then he rolled his eyes and slapped the pen back onto the whiteboard tray. āThat helped a lot,ā he said sarcastically.
He moved back to his chair and started surfing from link to link, not pausing to read most pages. In the blur of passing words and graphics, a sentence caught his eye, prompting him to stop: āMore than any other group within a company, IT is positioned to understand the business end-to-end, across departmental boundaries; no other department interacts with as many different parts of the business as IT.ā What a bunch of crap, he thought. As heād seen again and again, IT people did not understand the business. That was one of his big problems with them. But as he read the sentence again, as he thought about it carefully, he realized it didnāt say, āIT understands the business better than any other group.ā It said IT is positioned to see better into more corners of the company. IT people have an advantage in gaining a deep understanding of the business. Doesnāt mean ...