Promises & Redemption
“Thank you, madam,” Chancellor John Hillman said, standing from his chair, briefcase in hand.
The original accident on Isla Nublar put InGen in a terrible financial status. Between multiple lawsuits, payoffs, and the destruction costs of the island, InGen had very little money and very little buying power. This caused great fear in the corporation towards a possible sellout to BioSyn, InGen’s only true competitor in those years. BioSyn, strangely enough, suffered great losses in that time, attributed to a loss of interest by investors and as some leaked, a get rich quick scheme that never paid.
After an attempt made by the newly elected CEO Peter Ludlow came back with more loss than the company could handle–not to mention lawsuits of all kinds because of the infamous ‘San Diego Incident’–the company quickly filed for Chapter 11 Reorganization. The UN then stepped in and took joint ownership of the islands with InGen, sharing responsibility with the company for the well being of the islands. InGen reorganized and changed its direction more towards agriculture, which was then sold to the Costa Rican government which had born the brunt of InGen’s destructive power.
After Peter Ludlows’ death, the power of the company fell like a hot potato around the investors desk until it landed in the lap of one of the toughest skinned men alive; Richard Nesky.
Richard was a charmer. His good looks and positive attitude won many an investor over. But those who knew him personally, knew he was a dark man, capable of extreme power. Fear is what kept him in office. And he liked it that way.
“Chancellor Hilman, what a pleasant surprise! How are you doing today,” Richard asked, extending his hand fourth from behind his desk.
“I’m doing well, thank you Mr. Nesky–“
”Please: Richard will do. Now, may I get you something to drink?” he asked, motioning to the cabinet.
“Just a cup of tea please–“
”Jenna!” Richard yelled into the speaker phone on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Nesky?”
“Get Mr. Hilman a tea please.”
“Right away, Mr. Nesky.”
“Ah,” Richard sighed leaning back into his padded leather chair.
“Now, Chancellor, why is it that you grace me with your presence?”
John moved forward in his chair, opened his briefcase on his lap and pulled out a packet of paper and a stapled document.
"As you know, Mr. Nesky, InGen has been granted permission to stay in business for the soul purpose of protecting the islands and repaying your debt through profits made in your non-genetic ventures. You know as well as I do how many companies would have given anything to get those islands if InGen had lost the ownership over them. I have some new news from the UN for you about what will be going on within the next month.”
Nesky shifted in his chair uneasily but continues to rock slowly back and fourth with his hands folded neatly in front of him.
“The UN took a vote three days ago and this vote ensures the islands temporary protection.”
“Temporary?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, temporary. The UN has also decided that to further ascertain the safety of the island chain, an investigative team is to be sent to the islands. Its job will be to assess the safety of these islands and the threat they pose to the world ecosystem not to mention human population. This expedition, though, as agreed upon in a contract signed by InGen almost five years ago, states that any activity dealing with the islands will not entirely be funded by the UN; but rather, be co-funded by InGen. Or,” John hesitated, “the UN will receive in full the payment of debt, by InGen.”
Richards face had continued to contort from a calm, orderly look, to a new, infuriated grimace.
