HBR’s fictionalized case studies present dilemmas faced by leaders in real companies, and offer solutions from experts. This one is based on the HBS Case Study “Vitalia Franchise” (case no. 311035) , by Regina E. Herzlinger and Beatriz Muñoz-Seca. It is available at hbr.org .
Gloria Londoño scanned the tables at the Opera restaurant. Victor Serna was sitting at one in the corner, drumming his fingers on the white tablecloth. She caught his eye and gave a small wave. Victor nodded but didn’t smile.
This was their third meeting in a month. The first had been at a small cocktail party hosted by mutual friends. She’d mentioned her business, Calidad de Vida, a group of day care centers for the elderly, and he’d peppered her with questions, explaining that he was interested not only as a doctor (he was the leading cardiothoracic surgeon at Madrid’s best hospital) but also as a potential investor (he’d unloaded his stocks just before the market collapsed).
Gloria wasn’t necessarily looking for new funding, but she was glad to have made the contact. When Victor called her office a few days later, asking for a tour of her flagship center in Madrid, she was intrigued. She took him around the 7,500-square-foot facility the following week and told him even more about the business. After two hours, he asked her to meet him for lunch in a fortnight. She agreed and proceeded to canvass their common contacts to learn more about him.
Victor came from a wealthy family but was also independently rich, from both his thriving medical practice and his investments. Aside from stocks, he dabbled in an activist brand of angel investing, holding large stakes and board seats in several start-up health care businesses, all based in Spain. He had two ex-wives, a 25-year-old girlfriend, and no children. His suits were Gucci, his watch Patek Philipe.
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He was looking at the watch as Gloria sat down. “Prompt—that’s a good sign,” he said. “I was here a few minutes early, so I already ordered us Serrano ham and Rioja. I had two surgeries today, but now I can relax. Have you eaten here before?”
“Yes, once,” Gloria said. “It’s lovely.”
“I come perhaps twice a week. They do a good job.” He motioned to a waiter, who hurried over to pour them glasses of sparkling water and then retreated silently. “So, before the food arrives, let’s get the business out of the way. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, pending review of your financial statements, I am ready to invest in Calidad de Vida. Three million euros.”
Gloria’s heart leaped, but her expression remained calm and confident.
“That sort of money should allow you to open 10 new centers next year, not through franchising, as you’d planned, but under your direct ownership and control. In return, I would want a 25% stake, a board seat, a vote on all strategic decisions, and the ability to liquidate my position in five years, should I so choose, through either a public offering or a sale.”
Gloria started to respond, but he cut her off. “My lawyers have drafted a contract.” He pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it to her. “Take it home. Read it. Let me know by the end of the week.” He beckoned to two more waiters standing nearby with a platter of sliced ham and a bottle of wine. “Now let’s eat and talk about something else.”
Down from Heaven, Back to Earth
Gloria walked briskly from the Opera to the nearby Jardines de Sabatini. She and Victor had chatted casually about everything but business at lunch—if he didn’t want to discuss the offer, she certainly wasn’t going to reveal how excited she was by pressing the issue. But she couldn’t wait to review the contract.
She found a bench and pulled the document out of her purse. It recapped, in legal language, what Victor had told her. His money would allow her to pursue a new, perhaps more comfortable, growth strategy, directly managing 10 new centers rather than franchising them as she’d done with 11 of the 12 existing Calidad de Vida locations. But the price of gaining that control would be ceding some to him—her own stake would fall from 64% to 51%—and he would have more involvement in the business than any one of the friends and family members who had invested with her thus far.
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She would need to discuss the offer with her colleagues and her board very soon. But first, she decided to stick to her plan to visit the nearby center after lunch. The director wasn’t expecting her, but Gloria liked popping into the franchises unannounced to get an unvarnished view.
She stood outside the building for a moment, peering into the big glass windows at six elderly clients seated around a table in Calidad de Vida’s signature green chairs. They were listening intently as an instructor led them through a memory exercise.
“I don’t want to hand control to Señor Serna, but I’m already giving it up to franchisees.”
This scene was what she’d envisioned five years before, when she quit her job as an occupational therapist to enroll in a health care management course and, later, business school. Her goal had been to create an alternative to the traditional nursing home, a place where seniors with various disabilities could come for the day and be rehabilitated through individually tailored activities. In different rooms, groups might be doing physical or music therapy. The staff-to-patient ratio was 1 to 6. Hours were flexible. Families were deeply involved in developing treatment programs. And the approach was consistent across all the franchises: The company used proprietary methodology, therapy-management software, electronic patient records, and strict performance protocols to ensure uniformity, although Gloria knew that some centers outperformed others.
“Gloria! So good to see you!” Paola Silva, the always cheerful center director, greeted her as she walked through the door. “I was just on the phone with Jorge telling him to call you,” she said, referring to the franchise owner, Jorge Patriño. “We’ve had four new clients sign up this week, all full-time. Can you believe it’s taken us only nine months to get to 35 clients?” That was the break-even target for a new Calidad de Vida franchise, and it typically took a year.
“That’s terrific,” Gloria said. “I’ll walk around, if you don’t mind. Are there any family visits I can observe?”
“Yes, Dr. Chavez just sat down with a client and his granddaughter. We can walk in quietly and stand in the back.”
“So, Señor Pico, I’m going to say five words. Please repeat them for me: ball, tree, apple, airplane, fish.”
“Ball, tree, apple, airplane, fish.”
The granddaughter, slightly annoyed, interrupted: “But, as I said, it’s not really that kind of memory my mother is talking about, Dr. Chavez. It’s things like forgetting to turn off the television, or what he ate for dinner.”
“When does this typically happen?”
“I think at all times of day, but I’m not sure. My mother knows, but she’s traveling until tomorrow, and I was told you wouldn’t be able to meet later this week.”
“Well, your mother can always call me, but I honestly don’t see any deterioration since your grandfather arrived. Señor Pico, you’re in great shape.”
Gloria glared at Dr. Chavez. Why on earth couldn’t he have scheduled the visit later in the week? And why wasn’t he offering to follow up with the daughter directly? One of Calidad de Vida’s golden rules was to treat family members as clients, too. Gloria surmised that Dr. Chavez needed another round of training. His style was at odds with the Calidad de Vida methodology. She would call Jorge later that day to discuss this matter. She didn’t doubt his commitment to high-quality, holistic care; Jorge had been a star pupil in the most recent training course at headquarters. But he clearly needed further coaching.