“What’s all this going to cost
the shareholders of Dungler Technologies, Baxter?”
CEO Alice Dungler asked.
“I believe we can do a first rate
job for $500,000, Alice. Our out-of-pocket expenses would be over and above the
fee.”
“Nothing you do, Baxter, is with
$500,000. Give me another number.”
“$499,000.”
“That’s a start, but I expect a
hell of a lot more movement. You should pay me to do this work. You’re going to
milk the hell out of it for media publicity. Just remember Baxter, you will be
required to sign an iron clad confidentiality agreement on any work you do for
Dungler Technologies and I’ll sue your ass from here to China if there are any
leaks.
$150,000 is what this assignment
is worth. Do it for 150 and the work is yours, Baxter.”
I would recommend that you
consider other consulting resources. Compare reputation, quality of service
along with pricing, Alice”
“I’ve got Grace Group’s High
technology Industry specialist coming in next week. Do it for 150 and I’ll
cancel him out.”
“Alice, you have our fee
estimate.”
“Suppose I call Floyd and ask him
to have you do it for 150. He’s lusting to have McKenzie Barber do consulting
for Dungler Technologies. Do I have to call Floyd?”
“He’ll want to sit in on all of
the meetings and spend a lot of personal time with you,” Baxter cautioned.
“A fate worse than death just to
save a few bucks for our shareholders. Suppose I go to 200?”
“I’ll come down to 450.”
“Your old buddy Frank Alvardi
told me over the phone that he could get it done for 250.”
“Frank is highly skilled at
renegotiating fee in mid-engagement. He taught me all I know.”
“250 is my final number, Baxter.
I’ll let you fudge a little on the out-of-pocket so you can make up some
margin.”
I’ll do it for 250 provided my
client, Mr. Harwell, doesn’t view it as a conflict of interest.”
“He won’t. Document what you have on those napkins and
write me a draft engagement letter with a 250 fee cap. When you have the letter
right, I’ll sign it and you can get started. It goes without saying that I expect
you to do the work with New York people. I don’t want Floyd Piper to have
anything to do with our work, and I want no San Francisco people on the
engagement. Everybody who has access to our confidential documents must sign a
non-disclosure agreement.”
“It will be done, Alice,” Baxter
agreed.
Alice slid into the back seat of
her car. “I’m going the other way, Baxter. I’m sure you can get a cab. Send
your letter in care of my private box number. It’s on my card. Now don’t forget
to write.”
This was different from their
last meeting, Baxter observed.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Mr. Harwell,” Hakim Selim said,
“I came to this luncheon in order to discuss Dungler Technologies not to apply
for a position with Harwell Management.”
“I believe we have concluded our
discussion relative to Dungler Technologies in good order, Hakim. We have now
moved to a new subject. The question is whether you will entertain coming to
Harwell Management as Chief Investment Officer? Please note that I said
‘entertain’. I haven’t offered you the position. But I have asked you to
entertain an offer.”
Hakim smiled a broad smile and he
turned his hand open. “Entertain coming to Harwell
Management. Of course I would
entertain joining Harwell Management. But I must warn you in advance that I’m
unlikely to do it.”
Leon Harwell carefully folded his
napkin and placed it on his plate.
“I have another appointment, Joe.
Would you please work out some preliminary details with Hakim and determine how
we can move this discussion along.” Leon Harwell stood up from his chair and
shook Hakim’s hand.
“Candidly discuss your conditions
with Joe, Hakim, and then the three of us can have a dinner one evening at the
Gotham Club.”
Leon Harwell exited the room
without another word, leaving Baxter facing Hakim. In front of Hakim were a
partially consumed serving of
raspberries and a cup of coffee. Hakim, darkly handsome with expressive
eyes and slightly greying hair, was wearing a smartly tailored London suit. He
took a silent sip of his coffee and smiled at Baxter.
“What does Leon Harwell really
know about me? This is our second lunch. We’ve had our breakfast, and we had a
drink in the corner at the reception of the last New York Economic Club
meeting. Now he wants me to entertain an offer as Chief Investment Officer for Harwell
Management. Our first meeting was ten months ago. How many times has this job
been offered?”
“None,” Baxter answered.
“What make Leon Harwell believe I
would consider this job?”
“It is an opportunity to serve as
Chief Investment Officer for one of the great family fortunes in the country.
The Chief Investment Officer will become the President of Harwell Management
when Mr. Leon steps down. My instructions have been to be prepared to develop
sufficient incentives to attract and retain the Investment Manager
we hire for the rest of his
career.”
“I’ll ask again. What does Mr.
Harwell really know about me?”
“Everything he wants to know,”
Baxter responded. He thought back to the report folders that had been developed
on Hakim Selim by Leon Harwell’s outside background investigation firm. The
wording of the reports would indicate that the investigation firm had a long
standing relationship with Leon Harwell. Baxter wondered if Harwell had ever
developed a similar report on him.
“He certainly isn’t our man,”Harwell
had commented when he passed the report to Baxter.
There was nothing in the report
that was especially shocking or surprising to Baxter.
Hakim Selim was 39 and the second
oldest son of a Moroccan Jewish trading family. He had gr