“Lizzy, listen closely.” Dad and Lizzy watched a group of people. They seemed very angry. They were pointing and gesturing toward another group of people who were doing the same. She listened. One of the people said, “Accounting doesn’t get it. We have to spend money to make money. If they don’t want us to travel to see our customers, well 昀椀ne. We won’t. If it hurts the company, it’s their fault.” One of the people in the other group, who must have been an accountant, said, “Those marketing people have got to learn a lesson. I’m going to scrutinize everything they want to spend money on until they come to me and admit they’re 昀椀scally irresponsible, even if it means we lose a few sales.” Lizzy turned to her dad, “These people seem really frustrated and angry. They don’t seem to want to work together.” Her eyes lit up. “I see a silo!” “Bingo! Let’s go to the next company.” The next building was huge. The sign out front said, World’s Best Widgies. It was 昀椀lled with people — mostly slow-moving people. “Dad, this company has people that look like they’re moving in slow motion.” 12