Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 31: Uncrowned Queen 2

Chapter 31: Uncrowned Queen 2

Justin leaned back in his chair, one leg resting over the other as he tapped his fingers against the desk. The general employee meeting was scheduled, Adams was handling the lists, and the whole damn company was basically spinning in a windstorm of uncertainty. Models, escorts, influencers—the whole roster of Black Veil’s elite was teetering on the edge, with other agencies practically foaming at the mouth to snatch them up. But Justin wasn’t sweating over them.

Because if he got her, he got all of them.

Chloe Reynolds.

The name itself carried weight, like some underground empress who didn’t need a crown to rule. Every major name in the industry either worked under her, looked up to her, or wanted to be her. And while the company was his by blood, she was the one of the few who made Black Veil what it was today. Like Adams, she’s of the few who started as the escorts of the company and later dominated after Adams retired.

Top models bowed to her. The highest-paid escorts followed her lead. Even some outside Black Veil.

But the kicker?

She hadn’t said a damn word about where she stood whether to support him or—just like other few—shun him. And he wanted to secure her. Justin exhaled sharply, grabbed his personal phone, and dialed the number from her profile. The call barely rang twice before a silky, unimpressed voice answered.

"Who is this?" Whoa! The tone! This woman really knew herself, oozing with all confidence.

Justin didn’t waste time. "Justin Black!"

Silence. A beat too long. Then, a slow, almost amused hum. "Took you long enough, new Boss Man."

Justin smirked. "Didn’t know I was on a deadline."

"You’re the new boss," she said lazily, like it was a minor inconvenience. "Figured you’d call eventually."

"Figured you’d have the decency to pretend to care."

Chloe laughed, low and sharp. "Oh, sweetheart, if I didn’t care, you wouldn’t have my sweet voice in your ears."

Justin rolled his eyes, sitting up. "I’m calling because we need to talk. In person."

"That so?" She didn’t sound convinced. "Because last I checked, you’ve got a whole-ass company meeting coming up. Shouldn’t you be preparing to dazzle your audience?"

"That meeting isn’t about you."

"Oh?" Her voice dipped into something more intrigued. "And this one-on-one is?"

Justin let the silence sit for a moment, letting her feel the weight of what he wasn’t saying. ’Yeah. It is, dummy’

"I’ll be meeting with everyone first," he said, his voice steady. "After that, we talk. No assistants, no middlemen. Just us."

There was a pause. Then, Chloe sighed dramatically. "Damn. No wine, no flowers? This the kind of CEO you’re gonna be?"

"Should I throw in a serenade?"

"You should at least try to woo a girl, Mr. Black."

Justin chuckled. "If I was trying to woo you, Chloe, you’d know it. And you wouldn’t be able to resist." Another pause, this one heavier. Then, she exhaled through her nose, and he could almost hear her smirk.

"Alright, boss man. After your little speech, I’ll listen to whatever grand pitch you have for me. But if it’s boring? I’m walking."

Justin’s smile was razor-sharp. "You won’t."

"Cocky," she murmured, amused. "Fine. I’ll see you after the meeting. Try not to bore me before then."

She hung up first.

Justin sat back, tossing his phone on the desk with a smirk.

Yeah. She was going to be a fucking problem.

Chloe didn’t just not care that Justin was the CEO—she actively disregarded it. Blatantly. With zero fucks given. No careful words, no corporate ass-kissing, and definitely no fake-ass respect. She spoke how she wanted, when she wanted, and if that bruised anyone’s fragile little ego? Too bad.

That included him.

Justin had inherited Black Veil, sure, but Chloe? She was Black Veil. If he was the crown, she was the fucking empire beneath it, built off sweat, scandal, and the absolute chokehold she had on every top model and escort in the industry. And she knew it. Knew her power, knew her influence, and most importantly, knew her worth.

So, while the other top names wavered, eyeing the exit like rats on a sinking ship, Chloe didn’t flinch. She didn’t jump ship—because she was waiting.

Waiting to see if he was worth it.

And honestly? Justin respected the hell out of that. He didn’t want pawns—he wanted players. People who knew their place in the game and weren’t afraid to act like it—of course before they became his pawns after they promised capable of serving his weight. Chloe hadn’t picked a side because she wasn’t on a fucking side yet. She was waiting to see what he was going to do about her.

And now?

It was time to do something.

Justin had been worried at first—back in the boardroom when the top employees started hinting at leaving, when whispers of Black Veil’s decline buzzed in the industry like flies on a corpse. Back when he had no damn clue where Chloe or any others of the rest stood. But then?

Then the system happened.

And fear? That shit got deleted real quick.

Now, everything was lined up. Every step in his mind, every piece on the board. Adams was handled. Chloe was next. And after that? He’d have the company under his damn boot.

Justin exhaled through his nose, leaning back as he pulled up the system. "How much for a full info dump on Chloe?"

[Retrieving comprehensive data on target: Chloe.]

[Cost: 350 points.]

His eye twitched. Three-fucking-fifty? He checked his balance. 400 points total. A deep, painful sigh left his lips. This shit was gonna hurt.

[Confirm transaction?]

"Yeah, yeah, just fucking do it."

[350 points deducted. Remaining: 50 points.]

Fifty!

The poverty of it all.

Justin swore he could hear the system laughing at him as the information poured into his mind, piece by piece, like an exclusive dossier straight out of a government black site. And the more he read—

The bigger his grin got.

Oh. Oh, this was good.

So this was it, huh?

Chloe, the untouchable. The woman who moved like a shadow queen, untamed, unstoppable, and unbothered by anyone who thought they ran the show. But with this information?

He could break her.

Justin had options. He could intimidate her, corner her, put her on her damn toes and watch her scramble. He had the leverage to threaten, to manipulate, to drag her under until she was playing by his rules. And hell, it would work.

But—

That would take too damn long.

Chloe wasn’t Adams, who liked to be controlled, who wanted to be dominated. No, Chloe was different..And Justin? He knew exactly how he was gonna handle her.

Oh, she wasn’t ready.

She had no fucking clue what was coming.