Nathan Tribbs.
An attractive intelligent looking man, no older than twenty-five, sat in the expensive looking office impatiently awaiting his fiancées lawyer.
A pre-nuptial?!
It was understandable considering she had just inherited Ingen, her grandfather's company. She had been the sole beneficiary of the billion dollar genetics company. All she was trying to do was protect her fathers company that had been exploited in the year running up to his death.
What the hell was he thinking? The stupid bitch; how could she do this to him?! He didn't love her, he didn't want to marry her. He'd only agreed to marry Samantha Hammond, the eldest of John Hammonds three grandchild because it had been arranged by his father and John.
Nathan was the son of Clark Tribbs. Until recently, Clark Tribbs was a multi-billionaire. Then the trouble started, John Hammond had promised to help as long as Nathan married his grand-daughter. Who he knew to be in love with someone else.
And everything was going to plan until three weeks ago when the old buffoon died. Now she was going to make him sign a pre-nup and he would loose the slice of money John had promised.
The door behind him opened and closed. Within a second Samantha's lawyer was sat in front of him, a brown folder placed on the table between them.
Might as well get it over with.
"Mr Tribbs." The lawyer looked at him through his wire-rimmed glasses. "When did you last see Miss Hammond?"
"Alex or Sam. I saw Alex yesterday." Interesting. Nathan thought. It's not about a pre-nuptial. He was actually in love with Alexandra Hammond and was hoping that marrying Samantha, would guarantee Alex some say in the company. It took a moment for Nathan to process what the suited man had just said-
"Mr Pierce, What do you mean she's gone missing?" A newspaper cutting was removed from the folder and placed upright in front of Nathan. The headline read: Family Injured On Restricted Island.
"It states that dinosaurs have been spotted on the island and on the main land. Sam, Miss Hammond, has gone to investigate."
"But the island is uninhabited right? All the dinosaurs died." Nathan questioned.
"We don't know. That's what she went to find out." Mr Pierce informed. "The thing is-" The man hesitated.
"What?"
"If she hasn't been in touch by the 19th of this month. Ingen have been informed to blow up the island."
Nathan's blood ran cold. if she died there would be no way he could finance his father's company. Samantha was his last hope.
"You're telling me. My fiancée is all alone on that-"
"She's not exactly alone Mr Tribbs. She got in touch with Dr Grant and acquired the assistance of Billy Brennon. She has made a wealthy contribution to the site Dr Grant is working -" Nathan had pulled Mr Pierce over the desk.
"Our wedding is in eight weeks. My father has spent thousands- Millions" That he can't afford, thought Nathan. "And she's swanning off to a dino-infested island with an ex-boyfriend." Nathan caught his breath. "Well, I want a chopper air born in an hour. And I want someone who has been there before." Nathan removed his grip from the man. "Who was there the first time? Who was at Jurassic Park."
"Alexandra and Timothy Hammond-"
"They were children." Nathan spat.
"Dr Ellie Sattler, she's pregnant. Dr Alan Grant.... He won't help you, he wouldn't go when Miss Hammond asked, I doubt you have enough money to offer him."
"Then I'm fucked." Nathan slumped in his chair. He had lost everything. He had failed his father.
"Well, there is always...." For a second time, Mr Peirce stammered.
"Who?!" Nathan grew impatient. "Who?"
"Dr Ian Malcolm."
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A/N What do you think? Should I continue?