That New York Minute. Abby Gaines
that’s not it,” he said. “Safe. Your team’s work is solid, but safe.”
Was that the same as tame, as Garrett had called it?
“Well, Tony—” Rachel cleared her throat, her face hot “—my clients place a lot of trust in me, and I honor that trust by not taking unnecessary risks.”
A faint snort from Garrett, who no doubt thought that taking risks won CLIOs.
Possibly true.
“The results of my campaigns speak for themselves,” she said.
“They do,” Tony agreed. “And they’re saying safe. We’d like to see your work winning some awards out there in the marketplace.”
“You’ve always said KBC is about more than flashy awards,” she reminded him. “It’s about teamwork, and the whole being greater than the sum of the parts.”
Garrett snorted again, louder this time. Obviously a loner like him wouldn’t share that view.
Tony chuckled. “Seems our clients are quite attached to those gold statues. Bottom line, Rachel, if you want to make partner, we’ll need to see more risk-taking, more brilliance.” Why didn’t he just come out and say it: more Garrett.
Rachel forced a smile. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get, Tony.” Dammit, risky brilliance was so not her thing. The partners would likely never have made such a demand, if Garrett hadn’t come in and made her look tame.
“Moving on to you, Garrett.” Tony grinned at Mr. Brilliant Risk-Taker. “From the day you arrived at KBC, you’ve shaken up our creative work and we’re all the better for it.”
Garrett nodded an acknowledgment.
“Obviously you’ve moved around the industry somewhat,” Tony continued.
“I’ve had some excellent jobs,” Garrett agreed. Which wasn’t what Tony had said. “I appreciate the chance to make partner at KBC.”
Why now? Rachel wondered. Why here? She knew why she wanted—needed—this partnership, but why couldn’t Garrett keep on flitting around the industry?
“Good, good.” Tony nodded his approval. “But the real issue for us is your team skills.”
Garrett stilled. Rachel half expected to hear the da dum … da dum … theme from Jaws.
Tony looked slightly nervous. “A partner must be capable of motivating a team and forging strong interpersonal connections.”
Based on something other than fear of losing a limb, Rachel could have added. Just last week she’d spent half an hour in the women’s washroom comforting a junior account exec Garrett had chewed out.
Exactly the kind of behavior that made him unsuited to the one-and-only partnership up for grabs.
“We’d like to see more evidence of your ability to engage with your colleagues, in particular your team,” Tony said. Several other partners nodded.
“I can do that.” Garrett’s voice was arctic.
Ha! It was all very well to sit there broodingly handsome, but handsome is as handsome does, buddy. The old aphorism of her mother’s made Rachel smile for the first time since he’d stepped into her elevator.
Mom was right … which meant this wasn’t so bad. Garrett might be a genius, but he had never made the slightest effort to engage with others, and he was well-known for his scathing put-downs. A shark didn’t change its spots—fins?—that easily.
All I have to do is let Garrett harpoon himself in the foot with his own inability to be part of the team. The partnership’s still mine.
“Excellent.” Tony rubbed his hands together. “That’s it, then. Good luck to all of you.” He raised his coffee cup in a toast, then sat down.
“Uh, Tony?” Rachel said. “What about Clive?”
A lip quirk from Garrett … but he looked interested in Tony’s answer.
Clive, ever the nice guy, said, “Thanks, Rachel,” as if he meant it.
“Sorry, Clive.” Tony didn’t bother to get up. “What can I say? Your last couple of creatives have really sung, your team’s working great together … we’re very impressed. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Rachel’s gaze swung to Garrett—she saw her own shock mirrored in his eyes. Clive Barnes could do nothing to improve? Did that make him the front-runner? Now that she thought about it, he’d won a CLIO a few years back.
Dammit, how had this meeting gone so wrong? If she’d been more on the ball she wouldn’t have allowed Tony to get away with saying she was too “safe,” wouldn’t have allowed the others to agree. With her lack of a real denial, she’d effectively proved his point. Idiot.
“There’s something else you all need to know,” Tony said.
He launched into a commentary on the tough economic climate. Advertising budgets were down, in line with household expenditure. Old news. Was he softening them up for an announcement that the chief creative officer wouldn’t earn as much as they might hope? Disappointing, but money wasn’t everything.
Rachel popped a flake of croissant into her mouth.
“I want you to know that this is as difficult for me to say as it is for you to hear,” Tony said.
She paused in her chewing.
“HR has been assessing our staffing needs in the current economic climate,” he continued. “They’ve determined that KBC is top-heavy.”
“Too many partners?” Garrett suggested.
Rachel fought an inappropriate urge to laugh. Go ahead, Garrett, that ought to win you a few votes. Not. She swallowed her croissant.
“Not exactly,” Tony said. “Too many executive creative directors.”
The croissant stuck in her throat; Rachel coughed.
There were three executive creative directors at KBC, and they were all in this room.
“You want to get rid of one of us,” Garrett said. Way too calmly. Didn’t he realize this was a disaster?
“Two of you.” Tony turned disaster into cataclysm. Rachel felt as if her throat was closing up. Her eyes started to water.
“Whoever isn’t named chief executive officer will be deemed surplus to requirements and therefore redundant.” He might have couched it in HR-speak, but they all knew what he meant. Fired.
Rachel gulped down her cold coffee, clearing the stuck croissant. “Tony, you can’t mean that. We’re all assets to the firm. Loyal assets.”
Okay, Garrett wasn’t loyal, but she didn’t need to point that out.
“Expensive assets,” Tony said. “And I have a hundred and eighty-five loyal staff on the two floors below. If we don’t rationalize, the whole company suffers. This will give us a chance to promote a couple of deserving people to creative director.”
The firm already had four creative directors, a level lower than executive director and therefore less well compensated.
“This approach seems shortsighted,” Clive said. “The firm’s reputation is likely to suffer.”
“We believe this will be a wonderful opportunity for junior staff to rise to the occasion,” Tony said. “Now, it goes without saying that all of this is confidential. It’s only fair to give you guys a heads-up, but we don’t want staff to feel it’s not worth giving every one of your pitches their absolute best.”
Rachel glanced at Garrett and for one brief