Date: March 28, 2009
Time: 10:00 AM
Location: Corporate Office, Salt Lake, Sector V, Kolkata
The Salt Lake office buzzed with a new kind of energy. The usual hum of photocopiers and soft clicks of keyboards were drowned out by the undercurrent of anticipation. Something significant was about to unfold.
Aritra sat at the head of the sleek, glass conference table, sunlight streaming in through the expansive windows behind him. The sharp lines of Kolkata's modern skyline reflected in the glass walls, a fitting backdrop for the empire he was quietly building. Despite his youthful face, his presence commanded respect—shoulders squared, gaze unwavering, a quiet storm wrapped in the calm of calculated ambition.
Ishita Sen entered, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. In her hand, she carried a folder—a dossier containing profiles of potential candidates for the most critical role Aritra was about to delegate: the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of his operations.
Without preamble, she placed the folder before him. "I've shortlisted candidates based on their industry experience, leadership roles, and ability to scale operations," she said, her tone crisp and efficient.
Aritra flipped through the profiles, his sharp eyes scanning the details. There were names from prestigious firms, decorated with degrees from renowned universities, and glowing recommendations. But none of that mattered to him. What he sought wasn't just a polished résumé. He needed someone with vision, resilience, and the ability to see beyond the obvious—a person who could navigate both the chaos of the present and the possibilities of the future.
His fingers paused on one profile: Arnav Chatterjee. Former Operations Head at a leading tech firm, known for scaling startups into profitable ventures, with a reputation for being both strategic and ruthless when required.
"This one," Aritra said simply, tapping the profile.
Ishita arched an eyebrow. "Confident choice?"
Aritra's lips twitched into a faint smile. "I don't need to be confident. I need results."
Date: March 30, 2009
Time: 11:00 AM
Location: CEO Interview Room, Salt Lake Office
Arnav Chatterjee arrived with the air of someone used to commanding rooms. In his early forties, dressed in a tailored navy suit, his sharp features framed by neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair, he exuded authority. Yet, the moment he stepped into the interview room and saw Aritra—a boy no older than his own nephew—his confidence wavered, just slightly.
Aritra didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Mr. Chatterjee, I've gone through your achievements. Impressive. But I'm not here to discuss your past. I'm here to talk about the future—my company's future."
Arnav recovered quickly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "I see. And what do you expect from a CEO, Mr. Naskar?"
Aritra leaned forward, his voice low and firm. "I expect someone who can turn vision into reality. Someone who doesn't just manage operations but builds ecosystems. I need a leader who doesn't get lost in the details but never misses one either."
Arnav nodded slowly, the skepticism fading from his gaze, replaced by something akin to respect. "And what's your vision?"
Aritra's smile was razor-sharp. "To create products the world hasn't even imagined yet—and to dominate markets before the competition knows they exist."
The room fell into a brief, charged silence. Then Arnav straightened in his chair and replied, "I can do that."
"Good," Aritra said, standing. "You're hired."
Date: April 2, 2009
Time: 9:00 AM
Location: Baruipur Factory Complex
The factory floor was alive again—not with machines, but with people. Arnav, now officially the CEO, had wasted no time. Recruitment was in full swing. Candidates lined up in neat rows, their resumes clutched tightly, nerves visible in the stiff lines of their postures.
Aritra observed from the mezzanine level, his sharp gaze sweeping over the scene below. He watched as Arnav moved through the candidates, assessing not just their qualifications but their confidence, adaptability, and potential. It wasn't about filling positions; it was about assembling an army.
By the end of the day, the factory had its core team—engineers, technicians, quality control analysts, and logistics coordinators—all handpicked to breathe life into Aritra's vision.
Date: April 10, 2009
Time: 7:00 PM
Location: R&D Wing, Baruipur Factory
The first product was ready to move from concept to creation. The design, meticulously crafted, was an elegant blend of cutting-edge technology and minimalist aesthetics. Aritra stood before the prototype, his reflection mirrored in the sleek glass screen of the ultra-thin smartphone.
Arnav approached quietly. "What will we call it?"
Aritra didn't hesitate. His eyes never left the device as he whispered, "NOVA."
Arnav repeated the name, tasting it like fine wine. "NOVA… A star that marks both the end and the beginning."
Aritra nodded. "Exactly. The end of the old ways, and the beginning of something extraordinary."
The name was etched into the company's records that night, not just as a product but as a symbol—Project NOVA, the dawn of an empire that would soon stretch beyond borders, beyond expectations, and eventually, beyond Earth itself.