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by Max Barry, William Dufris (Narrated by)

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Nestled among Seattle's skyscrapers, The Zephyr Holdings Building is a bleak rectangle topped by an orange-and-black logo that gives no hint of Zephyr's business. Lack of clarity, it turns out, is Zephyr's defining characteristic. The floors are numbered in reverse. No one has ever seen the CEO or glimpsed his office on the first (i.e., top) floor. Yet every day


Nestled among Seattle's skyscrapers, The Zephyr Holdings Building is a bleak rectangle topped by an orange-and-black logo that gives no hint of Zephyr's business. Lack of clarity, it turns out, is Zephyr's defining characteristic. The floors are numbered in reverse. No one has ever seen the CEO or glimpsed his office on the first (i.e., top) floor. Yet every day people clip on their ID tags, file into the building, sit at their desks, and hope that they're not about to be outsourced. Stephen Jones, a young recruit with shoes so new they squeak, reports for his first day in the Training Sales Department and finds it gripped by a crisis involving the theft of a donut. In short order, the guilty party is identified and banished from the premises and Stephen is promoted from assistant to sales rep. He does his best to fit in with his fellow workers-among them a gorgeous receptionist who earns more than anyone else, and a sales rep who's so emotionally involved with her job that she uses relationship books as sales manuals-but Stephen is nagged by a feeling that the company is hiding something. Something that explains why when people are fired, they are never heard from again; why every manager has a copy of the Omega Management System; and, most of all, why nobody in the company knows what it does. "Always entertaining, Dufris reads this story of corporate revolt with comic timing and tongue firmly planted in cheek, making it an ideal audiobook to enjoy on one's way to work." -AudioFile

Editorial Reviews

With Jennifer Government (a New York Times Notable Fiction pick for 2003), Australian novelist Max Barry proved his knack for satirical social fiction. This whip-smart follow-up, one of the most hilarious send-ups of corporate culture we've ever read, is even better. Meet Stephen Jones, an eager-beaver new hire at Zephyr Holdings, a Seattle-based company with an indecipherable mission statement and an ambitious management training program. Jones's effort to learn exactly what it is that Zephyr does sends him up the corporate ladder, where he collides head-on with a dirty little company secret that changes everything. Barry parses to a tee the pettiness of office politics in an absurdist drama worthy of Samuel Beckett -- but with better barbs.
Stanley Bing
… an extremely funny, superbly observed take on organizational life. Its author, Max Barry, is a hilarious young Australian who acquired a bellyful of anger and a host of precision armaments when he worked for Hewlett-Packard, which, after the appearance of this novel, may have some long-term problems with recruitment. Barry has been inside. You can smell it in his prose, which is equally adept at capturing the vacuity of a corporate mission statement or the back-and-forth of neurotic middle-management weasels crunched in the vice of mandated staff cuts. He has lusted after the hot receptionist when he thought she wasn't looking, marveled at how the person in the corner office is the nuttiest beanbag on the floor, ruminated on compensation structures so convoluted that they actually encourage indolence.
— The Washington Post
Janet Maslin
In a book dedicated to Hewlett-Packard, which once made the silly, silly mistake of employing Mr. Barry, the secrets and lies of corporate culture are explored with sharp, absurdist precision. Joseph Heller did it better, but not by much. Mr. Barry, an Australian writer with a mad gleam and a college education in marketing, invents a rats' nest of warring departments and scheming, back-biting employees, all manipulated by a Senior Management staff of exceptional ruthlessness.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
With broad strokes, Barry once again satirizes corporate America in his third caustic novel (after Jennifer Government). This time, he takes aim at the perennial corporate crime of turning people into cogs in a machine. Recent b-school grad Stephen Jones, a fresh-faced new hire at a Seattle-based holding company called Zephyr, jumps on the fast track to success when he's immediately promoted from sales assistant to sales rep in Zephyr's training sales department. "Don't try to understand the company. Just go with it," a colleague advises when Jones is flummoxed to learn his team sells training packages to other internal Zephyr departments. But unlike his co-workers, he won't accept ignorance of his employer's business, and his unusual display of initiative catapults him into the ranks of senior management, where he discovers the "customer-free" company's true, sinister raison d' tre. The ultracynical management team co-opts Jones with a six-figure salary and blackmail threats, but it's not long before he throws a wrench into the works. As bitter as break-room coffee, the novel eviscerates demeaning modern management techniques that treat workers as "headcounts." Though Barry's primary target is corporate dehumanization, he's at his funniest lampooning the suits that tread the stage, consumed by the sound and fury of office politics that signify nothing. (Jan.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-By turns amusing and wry, this novel is a pleasure to read. It opens with a view of a large corporation as seen by a new employee whose first day on the job is one of high suspense-one of the doughnuts for a staff meeting is missing. Moving beyond the usual cheap but funny shots taken at corporate life, Barry takes his tale to the next level. What if this giant maze for laboratory rats in which so many people work was actually just that? The characters are stereotypes but readers will sympathize with them, nonetheless.-Ted Westervelt, Library of Congress, Washington, DC Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A raucous black comedy about corporate management that's tailor-made for anybody who's ever gone to the office feeling like a lab rat. When Stephen Jones, fresh out of college, arrives at the Seattle headquarters of Zephyr Holdings, he's understandably eager to learn more about his new employer. Alas, Zephyr's official mission statement ("to build and consolidate leadership positions in its chosen markets") is no help, and his coworkers seem to spend more time investigating who stole a donut than actually working. In the first 70 pages, Barry (Jennifer Government, 2003, etc.) takes whacks at dysfunctional office culture, and the gags rarely rise above sitcom-level wackiness-one employee's attempt to claim stupidity as a disability is taken seriously by the HR department, for example. But the book enters some sublimely Kafkaesque territory once Jones discovers his employer's real purpose: Zephyr is, in fact, a training lab where new management theories are secretly tested on human subjects. If you change a project team's goals every few hours, how long will it take them to break? What's the best way to humiliate smokers and make them more productive? How do you threaten employees with layoffs while keeping up morale? Jones signs on for Project Alpha, under the wing of Eve Jantiss, a corporate functionary who's as callous and cutthroat as they come. But once Zephyr requires whole departments to be consolidated or garroted, a disgusted Jones begins to sabotage Project Alpha and foment open revolt at the company. Much of the rhetoric in later chapters about how Zephyr workers are human beings, not fungible parts, would pack a stronger punch if we got to know the characters better-many ofJones's coworkers are locked into simple subplots. But the author's shrewd observations about corporate life still register. Comic relief for any b-school grads (or Office Space fans) who've had their fill of Collins, Drucker and Peters.
From the Publisher
“Laugh-out-loud funny. . . . Superbly observed.” —The Washington Post“Hilarious. . . . Barry underscores his credentials as both satirist and saboteur. . . . Company is Mr. Barry's breakout book.” —The New York Times“Establishes Barry as one of the keenest and shrewdest minds in corporate satire... utterly original... A-.”—Entertainment Weekly“Biting, hilarious. . . . For anyone who considers corporate life insane.” —People

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By Max Barry

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Chapter One


Monday morning and there's one less donut than there should be.

Keen observers note the reduced mass straightaway but stay silent, because saying, "Hey, is that only seven donuts?" would betray their donut experience. It's not great for your career to be known as the person who can spot the difference between seven and eight donuts at a glance. Everyone studiously avoids mentioning the missing donut until Roger turns up and sees the empty plate.

Roger says, "Where's my donut?"

Elizabeth dabs at her mouth with a piece of paper towel. "I only took one." Roger looks at her. "What?"

"That's a defensive response. I asked where my donut was. You tell me how many you took. What does that say?"

"It says I took one donut," Elizabeth says, rattled.

"But I didn't ask how many donuts you took. Naturally I would assume you took one. But by taking the trouble to articulate that assumption, you imply, deliberately or otherwise, that it's debatable."

Elizabeth puts her hands on her hips. Elizabeth has shoulder-length brown hair that looks as if it has been cut with a straight razor and a mouth that could have done the cutting. Elizabeth is smart, ruthless, and emotionally damaged; that is, she is a sales representative. If Elizabeth's brain was a person, it would have scars, tattoos, and be missing one eye. If you saw it coming, you would cross the street. "Do you want to ask me a question, Roger? Do you want to ask if I took your donut?"

Roger shrugs and begins filling his coffee cup. "I don't care about a missing donut. I just wonder why someone felt the need to take two."

"I don't think anyone took two. Catering must have shorted us."

"That's right," Holly says.

Roger looks at her. Holly is a sales assistant, so has no right to speak up at this point. Freddy, also a sales assistant, is wisely keeping his mouth shut. But then, Freddy is halfway through his own donut and has a mouthful. He is postponing swallowing because he's afraid he'll make an embarrassing gulping noise.

Holly wilts under Roger's stare. Elizabeth says, "Roger, we saw Catering put them out. We were standing right here."

"Oh," Roger says. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were staking out the donuts."

"We weren't staking them out. We just happened to be here."

"Look, it doesn't bother me one way or the other." Roger picks up a sachet of sugar and shakes it as if it's in need of discipline: wap-wap-wap-wap. "I just find it interesting that donuts are so important to some people that they stand around waiting for them. I didn't know donuts were the reason we show up here every day. I'm sorry, I thought the idea was to improve shareholder value."

Elizabeth says, "Roger, how about you talk to Catering before you start making accusations. All right?" She walks off. Holly trails her like a remora.

Roger watches her go, amused. "Trust Elizabeth to get upset over a donut."

Freddy swallows. "Yeah," he says.

The Zephyr Holdings building sits nestled among the skyscrapers of Seattle's Madison Street like a big, gray brick. It is bereft of distinguishing features. You could argue that it has a certain neutral, understated charm, but only if you are willing to apply the same logic to prisons and 1970s Volvos. It is a building designed by committee: all they have been able to agree on is that it should be rectangular, have windows, and not fall over.

Perched at the top is the word ZEPHYR and the corporate logo, which is an orange-and-black polygon of foggy intent. Orange and black crops up a lot at Zephyr Holdings; you can't walk down a corridor, visit the bathroom, or catch an elevator without being reminded whose turf you're on. There's a logo on each panel of the lobby's sliding glass doors, and when you're through them, logos adorn the walls at intervals of three feet. A water feature of dark stones and well-tended ferns is a small, logo-free oasis, but to make up for this, the reception desk is practically a logo with a sign-in sheet on top. Even under soft, recessed lighting, the reception desk delivers such a blast of orange to your retinas that long after you've left it behind, you can still see it when you blink.

On one side of the lobby is an arrangement of comfortable chairs and low-slung tables, where visitors browse Zephyr's marketing literature while waiting for whomever they're meeting. Sitting there with his hands in his lap is young, fresh-faced Stephen Jones. His eyes are bright. His suit glows. His sandy-brown hair contains so much styling mousse it's a fire risk, and his shoes are black mirrors. This is his first day. So far he's been shown a series of corporate induction videos, one of which contained glowing buzzwords like teamwork and best practice rocketing at the screen, and another of which featured actors from the late 1980s talking about customer service. Now he is waiting for someone from the Training Sales department to come and collect him.

He accidentally catches the eye of the receptionist for about the fourteenth time and they both smile and look away. The receptionist is gretel monadnock, according to her nameplate; she's quite young, has long lustrous brown hair, and sits on the right side of the desk. On the left a nameplate says eve jantiss, but Eve herself is absent. Stephen Jones is a little disappointed about this, because while Gretel is nice, when he was here for his job interview and first saw Eve, he almost dropped his brand new briefcase. It would be an exaggeration to say he took a job at Zephyr because of the beauty of its receptionist, but during his interview he was very enthusiastic.

He looks at his watch. It is eleven o'clock. His videos finished twenty minutes ago. He folds his hands back in his lap.

"I'll try them again," Gretel says. She smiles sympathetically. "Ah . . . sorry, it's going to voice mail again."

"Oh. Maybe something urgent came up."

"Ye-e-e-s." She seems unsure if he is joking. "Probably."

"The thing you have to remember," Roger says, "is that it's all about respect." Roger has one elbow on Freddy's cubicle partition wall, his lean frame blocking the entrance. "The donut itself is irrelevant. It's the lack of respect the theft implies."

Freddy's phone trills. He looks at the caller-ID screen: reception. "Roger, please, I have to pick up the new grad. They keep calling."

"Just a moment. This is important." Roger knows Freddy will wait. Freddy has been a sales assistant for five years. He is quick-witted, inventive, and full of ideas, so long as that's okay with everybody else. Freddy is a participant. A member. He is happiest when he's blending in with a crowd. In any group of people, the one you can't remember is Freddy. He has wriggled so far inside Zephyr Holdings that Roger sometimes has difficulty telling where the company ends and Freddy begins. "I'm explaining why I want you to go to Catering and find out exactly how many donuts they gave us."

Desperation enters Freddy's eyes. "If I get this new grad, he can do it. He's your assistant."

Roger ponders this for a moment. "He may not appreciate the need to treat a situation like this delicately." This means: Keep it from Elizabeth and Holly.

"I'll tell him. Please, Roger, you're getting me in trouble with reception."

"All right. All right." Roger holds up his palms in surrender. "Go get your graduate, then."

"Your graduate."

Roger looks at him sharply. But Freddy is not being disrespectful, Roger realizes; Freddy is just being accurate. "Yes, yes. That's what I meant."

Stephen Jones ignores the ding of the elevator, because it has dinged plenty of times over the last twenty-five minutes, and none of those ended with him meeting new co-workers. To stretch his legs, he has taken to wandering around the lobby and reading the plaques and framed photos. The biggest of the lot is a huge, gleaming thing complete with its own light and glass case.


Zephyr Holdings aims to build and consolidate leadership positions in its chosen markets, forging profitable growth opportunities by developing strong relationships between internal and external business units and coordinating a strategic, consolidated approach to achieve maximum returns for its stakeholders.

This isn't the dullest thing Stephen Jones has ever read, but it's close. Oddly, it makes no mention of training packages, the selling of which is, as he understands it, Zephyr's main purpose. Then he realizes that a short man with dark hair and glasses is standing a few feet away, staring at him. "Jones?"


The man's eyes flick over Jones's new suit. One of his hands wanders down to where his own shirt is stuffed awkwardly into his pants and tries to fix it. "I'm Freddy. Nice to meet you." He extends his free hand, and they shake. Freddy's watery blue eyes look huge behind his glasses. "You're younger than I thought you'd be."

"Okay," Jones says.

Freddy looks at his shoes. Then he glances at the reception desk, at-if Jones is not mistaken-the empty chair behind the Eve Jantiss nameplate. "Do you smoke?"


"I do." He says it apologetically. "This way."

"It's a good department." Freddy sucks at his cigarette. It is a fine day: the clouds are high, there is a light breeze, and the gray Zephyr tower even seems to be emitting reflected warmth from the grid of tinted windows. Freddy's eyes follow a blue convertible inching toward them through traffic, then jump to Jones. "I mean, once you get used to things."

"I'm ready for a steep learning curve," Jones says, employing a phrase that came in handy during his job interviews.

"You're Roger's sales assistant. You have to process his orders, type up his quotes, file his expense forms, that kind of thing."

"What's he like?"

"Roger? Oh . . . nice." Freddy's eyes shift.

"Ah," Jones says. "So . . . he's not?"

Freddy glances around. "No. Sorry."

Jones snickers. "Well, I don't plan on being a sales assistant forever."

Freddy says nothing. Jones realizes that Freddy has probably been a sales assistant forever. "Roger's got a job for you, actually. He wants you to ask Catering how many donuts they gave our department this morning." In response to Jones's expression, he hurries on: "See, we get morning snacks; some days it's fruit, some days cookies, and occasionally, rarely, donuts. This morning there was an incident."

"Okay. Sure thing." Jones nods. This may not be a glamorous assignment, or make much sense, but it is his first task in the real business world, and by God, he's going to perform it well. "So where's Catering?"

Freddy doesn't answer. Jones follows his gaze until it intersects a midnight blue Audi sports car entering the Zephyr lot. The bulk of Zephyr's parking is subterranean, but there are a few valuable ground-level spaces, and the Audi slides confidently into one of these. The driver's door pops open and a pair of legs climb out. After a moment, Jones registers that the legs are attached to something. The something is Eve Jantiss.

She looks as if she is just stopping off at Zephyr on the way to an exclusive nightclub opening. Her hair, long, tousled, and honey-brown, bounces off exposed tan shoulders. Two delicate straps appear to play no functional role in suspending a thin, shimmering plum-colored dress; more mysterious forces are at work. She has lips like big sofa cushions, the kind of ancestry that probably includes nationalities Jones has never heard of, and liquid brown eyes that say: Sex?
Why, what an intriguing idea
. In the nights between his job interview and now, Jones has occasionally wondered if he wasn't building Eve Jantiss up in his head, remembering her as more attractive than she really is. Now he realizes: no.

"Morning," she says, clacking past on high heels. "Hi," Jones says, and Freddy says something like, "Muh." Jones turns and sees Freddy practically dribbling love. Freddy's gaze is fixed on the back of Eve's head, not flicking up and down her body. Jones feels suddenly sordid. He was checking her out: Freddy's infatuation is pure.

When the sliding doors block their vision of Eve, or at least tint it, Jones says, "The receptionist has a sports car?"

"What?" Freddy says. "You think she doesn't deserve it?"

Jones's business shoes squeak as he and Freddy cross the lobby. It sounds as if he is conducting a mouse orchestra, and he feels the eyes of the two receptionists, Eve and Gretel, swing onto him. "That's him," Gretel says to Eve. "His name is Jones."

"Ah." Eve smiles. "Welcome to the Titanic, Jones."

Corporate humor! Jones has heard about this. He would like to respond in kind, but is too self-conscious about his shoes. He settles for: "Thanks."

They reach the bank of elevators at the lobby's rear and Freddy pushes for up. "People say she's Daniel Klausman's mistress." Klausman is the Zephyr CEO. "But that's just because she's hardly ever in reception."

Jones blinks. "Where does she go?"

"I don't know. But she's not his mistress. She's not like that." The elevator doors slide closed. "So anyway, Catering's on level 17. When you're done, come on up to 14."

"You mean come down to 14," Jones says, but even as the words come out, he sees the button panel. The floors are numbered top down: level 1 is at the panel's apex, marked ceo, while level 20, lobby, is at the bottom.

Freddy snickers. "Reverse numbering. It throws everyone at first. But you get used to it."

"Okay." Jones watches the numbers click over-20 . . . 19 . . . 18-while his body tells him he's rising. It feels unnatural.

"They say it's motivational," Freddy says. "As you move into more important departments, you rise up the rankings."

Jones looks at the button panel. "What's so bad about IT?"

"Please," Freddy says. "Some of them don't even wear suits."

On level 14, Elizabeth is falling in love. This is what makes her such a good sales rep, and an emotional basket case: she falls in love with her customers.


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"A raucous black comedy about corporate management that's tailor-made for anybody who's ever gone to the office feeling like a lab rat...Comic relief for any b-school grads (or Office Space fans) who've had their fill of Collins, Druckerand Peters."

Meet the Author

Max Barry, a former sales representative for Hewlett-Packard, now writes full-time. He is the author of Syrup and the bestselling novel Jennifer Government, which was chosen as a New York Times Notable Book. Max lives in Melbourne, Australia.

William Dufris has been nominated nine times as a finalist for the APA's prestigious Audie Award and has garnered twenty-one Earphones Awards from AudioFile magazine, which also named him one of the Best Voices at the End of the Century. He has also acted on stage and television in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Germany.

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Company 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Picked this up on a whim a few years back, loved it. I now own all Max Barry's books and haven't been disappointed yet!!
foofoomcbarson More than 1 year ago
Great read, but a little short!
Guest More than 1 year ago
As I started reading this book I kept feeling that it was a long string of Dilbert-like situations. My copy came with the donut on the cover and the donut is very prevelent throughout the story as a whole fiasco is created at the beginning of the book when Roger (one of the Sales people) complains about a missing donut. This leads to an employee firing and the dismissal of the food services department. The donut may also symbolize the company as a whole. The more I read the book I kept thinking of Terry Gilliam's movie Brazil, where Robert DeNiro is kind of running things in the background or the Wizard of Oz where the wizard is just a plain man who hides behind a curtain. The main protaginist is known mostly as Jones (his first name is Steven). Jones has a habit of asking a lot of questions even though all the employees tell him not to question anything. Little by little Jones gets to the bottom of what the company (Zepher) is really about. He has to decide if he wants to upset the balance or go along while being mesmerized by the mysterious 'Eve.' This was a fun book on corporate philosophy and the treatment of the workers as individuals.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down. After completing Company I had to go out and by Jennifer Government which I am now reading. A great break from all the legal thrillers out there.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The premise of the book is far-fetched, but that's fine. It's clearly meant to be a satirical commentary on modern business practices. Even so, this isn't sharp-edged, intelligent satire. Instead, it's predictable and ultimately disappointing. Based on prior reviews, I had high hopes, but those hopes were dashed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Humorous and meaningful, this book is for anyone with a job, whether in a cubicle or not, who feels like standing up and taking on the boss. Sit back, have another donut, and enjoy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
An insightful look into another drab, incompetent, soul-sucking corporate environment called 'Zephyr Holdings.' The premise is amusing with a real twist that makes this novel a shrewd corporate satire.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a lark, but while it seems totally unreal that a situation of no one knowing what their company does is not possible, I am certain that some management styles use this as a model. This is a book of the company is first and change is the only sure thing. Keep things a secret and you have a control over your employees and their behavior that is second to none. Of course, there is a certain type of worker who would not exist in this environment, but remember Enron and WorldCom. They managed to keep their staff in the dark and settle their winnings with the privileged few. This has the same tone to it. It is funny and easy to read, but at the same time you think 'is this necessary?' Doesn't anyone who works know that this type of mentality is alive and well.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had read Syrup and Jennifer Government and had been waiting for Barry to come out with his third book. This was well worth the wait. The book has some great twists in it and I couldn't wait to finish it. The only problem is waiting for Max to come out with his next book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was in the middle of reading The Kite Runner when this one finally arrrived (I preordered it months ago), but I immediately dropped everything else to read it. It's got a great plot twist early on, so I can't say too much about the story. It's about a guy who gets a job at a company and realizes soon after he begins that he has no idea what the company does. He begins a quest to understand the enigmatic mission of Zephyr Holdings, and that's when things turn a little strange. As in his others novels, Max Barry uses over-the-top parody to satirize the corporate world. This one's mainly about general management and office politics, so most everyone will see elements that they recognize. When you're not frightened by how familiar these characters and situations are, you'll be laughing. For anyone looking to comparison to his other novels: I think it's better than Jennifer Governement, but probably not quite as good as Syrup. It shares their theme of corporate satire but with more focus on general management. It's a quick read and a lot of fun, and I have a feeling it'll be one that I think about for a long time in the future.
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