Part 51 (1/2)
”Good afternoon,” Matthew said, sweeping the group with a smile.
For an instant their inexpressive faces reminded him of the day they had voted Peter Jones from the company, and the hairs on the back of his neck tingled as he seated himself at the head of the table.
All eyes drifted to the a.s.sistant chairman, Hank Towers.
”Matthew,” he started affably, ”we're all pleased with the large volume of sales orders for the new Joey II.”
A few heads nodded. A smile here, another there. The room seemed to loosen a little, and Matthew smiled broadly. Laurence had been correct. The meeting had been called to applaud his success with the Joey II, and the strategic alliance with ICP.
”Thank you,” Matthew said modestly. Then he became serious, scanning the room expertly, locking briefly on each person's eyes. ”But I couldn't have done it without all of you.”
Nods. A few brief smiles of genuine affection. Then all eyes gravitated once more to Hank Towers. There was an unsettling air of deference, protocol.
”Matthew, you've been very busy with the ICP alliance,” Hank said, ”which is perfectly understandable. So the executives and I have been working on our three-year plan.”
Matthew nodded.
”However,” Hank said, ”there is some concern among us, particularly in the area of future product engineering.”
Matthew glanced at Alan Parker, who had been Matthew's a.s.sistant in getting the Joey division back on track after Peter's ejection. Alan had directed the reorganization of the Mate and Joey divisions, and managed the day-to-day development operations, while Matthew had championed the project's overall mission of delivering the new Joey Plus, then the Joey II, to the public. At present, Parker seemed to be very interested in his disposable pen.
”What kind of concerns?” Matthew said, relieved to hear that his own voice sounded authoritative.
Hank said, ”With the work we've all done, focusing on the Joey Plus, and especially the II, none of us had much time to think about the future. Now that you've gotten the Joey II out the door, we've come to an important realization. Matthew, the truth of the matter is we have no realistic three-year plan.”
”What do you mean no plan?” Matthew said, his voice splintering in mid-sentence. It was as if he were being shaken awake while in the midst of a pleasurable dream, suddenly confronted with the bafflement that comes with the knowledge that it was just that, a dream. Because he had spent all his time securing the alliance with ICP, he had never considered what Wallaby would think about after the relations.h.i.+p was announced.
Actually, he thought in the silence of the room, that was not altogether correct. In truth, he had not cared about what Wallaby would face after the ICP strategic alliance, because after that, according to the original plan, ICP would have bought Wallaby, and the future strategy would have become their concern. At that stage he would have been protected behind his big desk in his luxurious, apartment-sized office. How could he have made such a simple oversight? After contacting William to cancel the final stage of the eventual merger, hadn't he realized that following the Joey II, there would have to come new, future products from the innovative Wallaby?
Sometime during his reverie, the meeting had resumed.
”...among us is an awareness that we're all but succ.u.mbing to ICP as a maker of compatible systems. Our days as a radical portable computer company, a company for the people, may be over.”
As Matthew considered this implication, that he had crumbled their fairy-tale company by moving them successfully into big business, he felt as though he were somehow slipping back in time, to the meeting in which he had forced out Peter Jones. Only this time, he was playing the part of Peter. Wasn't that what he had always wanted?
”Each one of you,” he charged, sweeping his index finger around the table, ”approved our plan to build systems that could tie-in to ICP's computers and share the same information!” He stood up, shoved his hands into his pockets.
”We did,” Hank said calmly, speaking on the group's behalf. ”As well as granting you the authority to run the shop. And all this room wants to hear is that you've got a product strategy, a vision, that goes beyond where we are today.”
”Of course I have a plan,” Matthew said indignantly. ”We will evolve the Joey II, incorporating more powerful features.” His voice turned shrill. ”ICP is at our mercy. Think about it! The orders indicate that we are now the maker on the rise, that Joey is the one that people want for doing their work and accessing other systems, if even those systems are ICP's!”
”Matthew, be realistic,” Hank said. ”ICP could drop our arrangement at a moment's notice and introduce their own system.”
His manner became grave. ”Or worse.”
Matthew pressed his hands flat on the table, ready to challenge the group's faithlessness. ”Worse? What worse?”
”Denise?” Hank said with a deferential nod to Denise Campbell, Wallaby's chief financial officer.
”There's a rumor circulating” Denise said. ”Supposedly one of our engineers heard from his former colleague, Paul Trueblood, that Jones was demonstrating some new product to an official from ICP today.”
Matthew paled. ICP? William Harrell? Was it possible that William had teamed with Peter in the few short months since Matthew had pulled the plug on the acquisition plan?