The Meeting of Visionaries

Date: July 21, 2009 Time: 9:30 AM Location: En Route to the Entertainment Company, Kolkata

The morning sun reflected off the polished roads of Salt Lake Sector V, Kolkata's corporate hub, where towering glass buildings stood as testaments to ambition. The air carried the aroma of freshly brewed tea from roadside stalls, mingling with the faint scent of petrol fumes from slow-moving traffic. In the backseat of a black sedan, Aritra Naskar tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest as he sipped his tea, his mind already ahead—inside the office he was about to enter.

Today was pivotal. Orion Studios—though its name was yet to be finalized—was about to take its first real step toward becoming more than just an idea. This wasn't just about animation; this was about building an empire.

His phone buzzed. Ishita's voice came through, composed and professional.

"We're set for the meeting. All key members of the entertainment division will be there. Everything is arranged."

Aritra took another sip of tea, watching the city unfold outside the window—the clash of modernity and tradition, corporate ambition and street vendors fighting for space. He smirked.

"Make sure I'm introduced as just an investor."

There was a pause before Ishita responded, her tone laced with amusement. "Still keeping yourself in the shadows?"

"They don't need to know who's running the show. I want to see how they think, how they work without my presence altering their decisions."

"Understood. You're almost here. I'll meet you at the entrance."

As the car pulled up to one of the newly acquired high-rises, its glass facade shimmering under the morning sun, Aritra adjusted his sleeves and stepped out. He looked up at the imposing structure—this wasn't just a company. This was the future of entertainment.

Time: 10:00 AM Location: Conference Room, Entertainment Division Headquarters

The office buzzed with energy. Writers, animators, and directors moved between workstations, debating scripts and refining character designs. The walls were covered with concept art, some as rough sketches, others fully realized in color. A large screen played silent, fluid animation clips—the beginning of something groundbreaking.

Ishita met him at the entrance, scanning him briefly before giving a small nod. "The team is ready. Follow me."

They walked past glass-walled meeting rooms where teams of creatives argued over plot points, animators hunched over screens, and designers perfected their visions. It was a world pulsating with raw creativity—far from the rigid structures of corporate boardrooms.

Inside the conference room, the core team was assembled—heads of animation, script development, production, finance, and distribution. The moment Aritra entered, the chatter ceased. Eyes flickered toward him, curiosity evident.

Ishita stepped forward. "This is Mr. Naskar, one of the key investors backing our entertainment division. He's here to discuss the future strategy."

Aritra gave a slight nod, observing their reactions. Some seemed relieved he wasn't another overbearing executive; others were skeptical, wondering if this 'investor' truly understood their industry.

A man across the table, sharp-featured and in his early forties, leaned forward, adjusting his blazer. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Naskar. I'm Arvind Kapoor, Head of Creative Operations."

Aritra shook his hand with a firm grip. "Likewise. Let's get straight to business. First, we need a name for the company."

A brief silence followed. A few exchanged glances, clearly unprepared for such directness.

One of the younger marketing executives hesitated. "How about Titan Studios?"

Aritra leaned back, unimpressed. "Too generic."

A woman from the scriptwriting team, confident yet measured, spoke up. "Orion Entertainment?"

Aritra smirked. "Orion Studios."

The name lingered in the air. It had weight, vision, identity. A silent agreement passed through the room.

Ishita nodded. "Then it's settled. Orion Studios it is."

A name meant identity. Identity meant direction. This wasn't just a gathering of professionals anymore—they were Orion Studios.

Aritra exhaled slowly. "Now, let's talk distribution."

The discussion was intense. Traditional studios relied on theaters, TV syndication, and streaming platforms. But Orion Studios wasn't entering the market to compete.

It was entering to redefine the game.

"We skip the middlemen," Aritra stated. "We launch everything through OmniLink. No paywalls. No subscriptions. Full, unrestricted access."

A murmur spread through the room.

One of the distribution heads, a former streaming executive, frowned. "Won't that cause massive losses? No direct revenue stream—"

Aritra smiled, sipping his tea. "We don't charge for content. We charge for everything else. Merchandise, in-app purchases, premium content, live events, licensing deals. First, we dominate the audience. Then we introduce monetization."

Silence. Then nods.

Arvind leaned back, impressed. "This could… actually work."

Next, came the talent acquisition strategy.

"No overpriced superstars. No industry-backed voices," Aritra declared. Orion Studios would find, train, and build legends.

Ishita handed him a list of talented yet unknown voice actors and performers. Promising, but lacking recognition.

"That's why we sign them," Aritra said. "Ten-year contracts, 50-50 revenue split, strong base salaries. If they succeed, they become multimillionaires. If not, they still earn well."

A finance executive hesitated. "That's a long-term commitment—"

Arvind chuckled. "It's also how you build loyalty and exclusivity. We're not hiring talent—we're creating icons."

Aritra nodded. "Make it happen. Start outreach today."

As the meeting wrapped up, the energy in the room had transformed. Orion Studios was no longer just a concept.

It was real.

Walking out of the conference room, Ishita matched his pace. "For someone who prefers the shadows, you sure know how to take control of a room."

Aritra smirked. "I don't need to be the face of the company. I just need to make sure it changes the industry."

Outside, the Salt Lake skyline gleamed under the afternoon sun. Long shadows stretched across the city.

Orion Studios had been born.

The entertainment industry had no idea what was coming.