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Name: The Baradwell Organization
In the year 2090 on January Fifth, Peter Baradwell, head of the Baradwell Organization, died after a long struggle with Shaw Syndrome. The reigns of the company were passed down to the young Nick Baradwell, who was only eighteen at the time. The young new corporate leader took one look at the company’s bottom line, and legend has it, promptly fainted. The Baradwell Organization was bleeding money out of every orifice, and Nick’s first job was to stop something not even his father could do in recent years: make money. Nick’s first act as company head was to chop down payments and bonuses to high-level administration and members of management, an act which he accompanied the now-famous lines of: “You can either give up your fucking jets, your sixteen mansions, and doing everything on the fucking company tab, or get the hell out of my company. Playtime is over. You have jobs to do.” The cuts to the salaries lead to an attempt on Baradwell’s life, in which he was shot three times in the side of his chest. The shooter was captured three days later by law enforcement, and after being offered amnesty, the assassin gave the name of a junior Vice-President in the company. After a short time in the hospital, Nick was released without serious injury, due to wearing a bullet-proof vest at the time (only one shot pierced it).
Nick`s second ultimatum was that any of the two-hundred thirty-four companies that the Baradwell Organization controlled who did not turn a profit by the end of the year would promptly have everyone and everything worth saving be moulded into another of the Organization`s companies were it would help the overall bottom line of the Organization. Fifteen companies that were merely places were a man could sit and get a pay check were liquidated overnight. A dozen manufacturing companies sold off their inefficient lines and joined together to form Baradwell Manufacturing, which now makes almost two hundred high-quality brand name products. Dozens of computer technology companies and research labs, including Peter Baradwell`s original starting company B-Tech (which made the Connect hardware that allowed interstellar communication), merged together to form Baradwell Tech. Within three weeks, a hundred corporate managers had been laid off for inefficacy and corruption, being replaced by bright new managers who were able to make the moulding process of the massive metamorphosis much easier. The new hires made their domains even more efficient and inventive, dramatically lowering costs. Many bonuses were paid that year, only these ones were based on how well you did rather then you’re standing in the company.
Within a year, every asset of the Baradwell was making money. A company that only twelve months before had been declared ailing and likely to go under by ten financial magazines had been transformed into a rising star of the economic world. Within a decade, the Organization had become a major force to be reckoned with economically and politically.
The Baradwell Organization is also home to a wide range of actors, politicians, inventors, kingpins, and many other influential, famous, and skilled people who have been hand chosen by Nick Baradwell as having enough merit to become part of the Organization`s third branch, Public Relations and Connections. Having the official Baradwell Organization logo on your resume as well as a recommendation is good enough to get companies to take a favourable second look at your resume, if not hire you outright. Being part of the Baradwell Organization not only allows you access to whatever support you can muster for your aims, it is also a status symbol, one that is recognized throughout the globe, whether embossed on a jacket or on the back of laptop cover, it shows that you are talented and on your way up.
Nick is now dreaming of getting off Terra and expanding into a whole new realm: Mars. His labs are working hard on terraforming, and Nick`s ambitions are high, but will he succeed?