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Case # 275 (Part 1)

The memorial service was a sellout. Jack Dodson had been a colossal figure who commanded a lot of respect, if not affection. He'll be a hard act to follow, Francesca Fortas thought as she strained to make sense of the eulogy, delivered in a thick Irish accent by the same priest who had married Jack and Moira Dodson 40 years ago. Moira must be feeling especially lost, Francesca thought. A deferring, uncomplaining woman, Moira had apparently taken second place to Interboro all her married life, and just when it seemed that she would soon have Jack all to herself, he up and died.

But it wasn't just Moira and her five children who looked lost, Francesca thought. Everyone seemed bewildered. As the CEO appointed by the board to succeed Jack just before his untimely death, Francesca knew that a lot of people would be looking to her for answers. She edged forward to pay her respects to Moira, aware that a lot of curious eyes were fixed on her.

"I've heard so much about Jack," Francesca said, offering her condolences to Moira. "I'm going to do my best to protect his legacy."

A One-Man Show

That legacy was formidable. Boston-based Interboro was very much Jack Dodson's creation. He had transformed the company from a small local manufacturer of scalpels and other surgical equipment into the world's best-known maker of prosthetic limbs and surgical implants. Sales had reached more than $2 billion, with the company employing more than 5,000 people at locations in Boston, Los Angeles, and Dublin, Ireland. Interboro also had sales and marketing country organizations around the world. A pharmacist's son from the rough-and-tumble Irish American stronghold of South Boston - Southie to the locals - Jack had joined Interboro as a salesman right after completing a tour of duty in Vietnam as a medical orderly. His unit had been in the thick of some of the worst action, and he always said afterward that his passion for the company and its products came from that experience.

Under Jack's leadership, Interboro built a reputation for technological innovation and manufacturing quality. That was, on the face of it, surprising, since Jack had majored in history at the University of Massachusetts and liked to say that he had no head for "science talk." But the truth was, he loved to spend time talking to surgeons and researchers. He had that special skill that merged an interest in technology with an understanding of what customers needed and wanted. He typically came back from his travels full of ideas for new products. He would go straight to the head of R&D and get him started on a project, rarely engaging Interboro's senior team in discussions of these ideas and how they fit in to the company's broader strategy. Consequently, marketing never developed as a strong function, and R&D, though technologically sophisticated, never developed marketing savvy.

Despite his primary focus on new product ideas, Jack was also acutely conscious that health care products had to be error free, and he had always kept a close eye on manufacturing. Frank Tambor, the self-effacing head of production recruited from Toyota, had introduced many of the car company's quality practices, which had helped the firm win a Baldridge prize.

But in the three years before Jack's retirement, Interboro's performance had declined dramatically, and the company was facing strong competitive challenges in its key markets. The firm's once generous margins had narrowed as other companies found ways to engineer around Interboro's patents and develop competitive products of their own. Worse, the company seemed to have lost its innovating edge. After a string of new offerings in the 1990s, which delivered annual growth in revenues and profits of more than 15% a year, Interboro had not launched any major new products for the past four years, yet they were essential for profitable growth.

Francesca had not been Jack's choice for a successor. He had strongly pleaded the case for Frank to the board. But three years of falling results and growing pressure from Wall Street had prompted the board to look for an outsider. The directors settled on Francesca because of her technical background. A 1989 PhD from Stanford, she had also received an MBA from MIT's Sloan School in the early 1990s, and then headed back West to join the marketing department of Razar, a medical technology company. Francesca's combination of technological skills and business savvy had marked her as a highflier, and within ten years she had become the company's chief operating officer. In that role, she worked closely with Razar's chief science officer to ensure that the company's R&D efforts were focused on commercially viable products.

The headhunter had caught Francesca at the perfect moment - right after a messy divorce. She was eager to put California behind her, and a professional challenge offered just the kind of distraction she needed. There was no doubt that Interboro would present that challenge. It seemed to have completely lost the ability to innovate, and investors were starting to question whether the company actually had a strategy. Long term, Francesca knew that she would have to radically alter the way the firm innovated. But she wasn't sure that Interboro was in any shape to survive a major change initiative.

The Walk by the River

Francesca believed in tackling big challenges head-on. Her first priority was to figure out how Frank felt about her and whether she could work with him. They had met at her hotel in Harvard Square the day after her appointment was announced, and Frank had proposed a stroll along the Charles. It was a warm, early October day, and the university crew teams were out on the river practicing for the Head of the Charles regatta later in the month. As they walked, Francesca and Frank struggled to find common ground.

"Where do you plan on living?" Frank asked.

"Back Bay, probably," Francesca said. "I don't have kids, so I don't need a big house. Anyway, I like the buzz of city life."

"I know what you mean," Frank agreed. "I miss Back Bay. Cathy and I had a place there until the kids came along. Now we're in the suburbs. The schools are good, and the commute is fairly short. But I miss the edge of city life sometimes."

Frank shuffled his feet. "Look, Francesca," he said. "You have a lot of problems in this company, and I'm not one of them. I know everyone thinks of me as Jack's boy, and I was. But I'm not such a fool that I can't see that the company needs to change." He caught Francesca's eye. "We got way too dependent on Jack for ideas," he said, "and, to be honest, he didn't have much faith that anyone in the company could come up with them, so he didn't really develop the capability. He was always talking to people outside the company for ideas. And now we've got a real problem on our hands."

Francesca listened intently. "And what would you do if you had my job?" she asked pointedly.

Frank paused for a moment. "Well, to begin with," he said, "we've got to take a look at why people are not thinking beyond their immediate functional departments. People around here are focused only on making their numbers within their own units, so they don't have much reason to respond to product development initiatives from R&D. Besides, they don't believe R&D's estimates of market potential. So why invest time and money on a promise they don't believe? When Jack pushed an idea, we all responded because Jack was the boss, and he was just that kind of guy. But with him gone, who's going to stick their necks out now?"

"Did you ever talk to Jack about this?" Francesca asked more abruptly than she had intended.

"I didn't," Frank acknowledged. "But we did get a report from PK Henderson a year ago. The board got Jack to call them in for a consult. They came up with this reorg idea. Most of us thought it was a little crazy and that a massive reorganization was not the answer. Personally, I still believe that the problem is motivation, that the company needs more powerful incentives to get people thinking out of the box. Jack didn't see it, though, and he buried the report. He said that really good ideas don't need incentives, they need passion, and that he was the chief passion officer."

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