The interview was scheduled for Saturday morning.
Neutral ground.
A private executive lounge overlooking the river, quiet and controlled. No cameras beyond the publication’s photographer. No live broadcast. Just a recorder placed neatly on the glass table between us.
The journalist arrived precisely on time.
Amara Desai. Sharp eyes. Calm posture. Intelligent restraint.
She shook my hand firmly.
“Thank you for agreeing to this,” she said.
“I prefer clarity over speculation,” I replied.
She smiled slightly.
“That is consistent with your reputation.”
We sat.
The recorder turned on.
Red light blinking.
Official.
She began with the expected questions. The acquisition. The strategy. The audit. My management philosophy.
I answered without hesitation. Structured. Measured. Intention
