Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 42: Aftermath 1

Chapter 42: Aftermath 1

Justin leaned back in the leather seat of his mercedes SUV, the city’s neon glow flickering through the tinted windows. The hum of Vegas nightlife buzzed outside—honking cars, distant music, drunk tourists shouting in the streets. But inside the car, it was all silence except for the soft taps of Selena’s manic typing on her tablet.

She sat in the front passenger seat, eyebrows furrowed, scrolling through numbers like she was decoding the damn Matrix. With a quick glance at the chauffeur, she ordered, "Home."

The car smoothly pulled away from the chaos of downtown, leaving behind the Black Veil office—a towering glass structure nestled in the heart of the city’s business district.

As they drove off, the Strip’s neon signs faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet luxury of Summerlin, Las Vegas’s most exclusive neighborhood. This wasn’t some overpriced high-rise or fake rich McMansion suburb. No, this was where the real money lived.

Private estates hidden behind gates, the kind of homes with actual fountains in the driveway and security guards who looked like ex-military.

And at the top of this food chain? The Black Estate.

Selena, still absorbed in her tablet, bit her lip as she scrolled. Her expression shifted every few seconds—confusion, shock, then straight-up disbelief.

"This shit makes no sense," she muttered.

Justin didn’t bother looking up from his phone. "What doesn’t?"

She hesitated, then sighed dramatically. "Martinez and I ran the employee survey like you suggested—" she coughed.

He smirked. "And?"

Selena turned to face him, eyes narrowed. "You went from suspicious teen CEO to beloved corporate overlord in less than 24 hours. Ninety-eight percent approval. NINETY. EIGHT."

Justin finally looked up, amused. "Only ninety-eight?"

"Oh, my bad. Let me go find the last two percent and force them to love you," she snapped, shaking her head. "Dude, this level of approval is like... Illuminati-tier. Like, did you sell your soul? Sacrifice a goat? Or did Chloe just fuck herself into a trance and hypnotize the whole damn company?"

Justin laughed. "Takes greatness to recognize greatness." He stretched lazily, looking out the window. "Besides, people like certainty. I gave them that."

Selena rolled her eyes but couldn’t argue. The Black Veil employees weren’t just tolerating Justin anymore—they were practically worshipping him. Even the ones who had doubts were suddenly acting like he was the second coming of Steve Jobs, minus the turtleneck.

But the biggest shocker?

Chloe Reynolds—fucking Chloe—had just gone public with her loyalty.

The Queen of Black Veil, the woman rumored to be this close to jumping ship, had held a press conference before they even left the office. And she didn’t just deny the rumors—she obliterated them.

"I have never met a leader so young yet so profoundly wise," Chloe had declared, looking camera-ready despite being thoroughly wrecked just hours before. "Under his leadership, this company is about to enter the most transformative era of its existence. It is an honor to work with Chairman Black."

Selena replayed the clip on her tablet for like, the tenth time, still struggling to believe it. "How the hell did you get her to say that? Not even your mom could make Chloe speak like that, and she was her mentor."

Justin smirked but didn’t answer.

Because, yeah, sure—the sex was definitely a factor. But it wasn’t just that. He’d shared his real vision with Chloe. His real plans. And she’d seen just how far he was aiming.

He went back to his phone.

[Ding! Black Veil System app created successfully!]

Selena groaned. "You’re seriously insane."

"Only in the best way," he said smoothly, as the car finally pulled into the long, gated driveway of the Black Estate. The massive mansion loomed ahead, bathed in soft golden lights.

Justin stared at his phone, lips curling into a smirk as he scrolled through the new Black Veil System app.

This whole thing had started as an afterthought—a what if moment. He wished he could track not just the system’s weird-ass missions but also his own personal ones. The goals that weren’t just about conquering women or building power but the ones that shaped his entire empire.

And like a damn genie, the system had responded.

[Would you like an integrated application to monitor all missions?]

Hell yes.

Of course, it wasn’t free. The system was generous, but it wasn’t running a charity. The price? 600 points. Every last damn point he had just earned from handling Chloe.

Most people would call that an extravagant waste. Justin? Nah. This was an investment. He didn’t mind spending a few points for something this important.

[Black Veil System App – Installed]

600 points. Every last bit of what he earned from handling Chloe. A normal person might’ve hesitated before dropping an entire fortune of system resources on something as basic as an app.

When the download was done, he tapped the screen, and the interface lit up—a dark, sleek design, modern as hell. Everything was laid out clearly: his progress, completed missions, unfinished tasks, the people under his influence, system suggestions, and notifications.

The Souls tab caught his attention for a second, a number displayed beside it—tracking how many people had fully fallen under his sway, allies, loyalists. The ones who saw him as something greater than just a CEO. That number was only going to grow in the future and right now he only had three of them on that list.

[Main Menu]

Progress – A sleek dashboard showing his overall influence, moves, and recent conquests.

Missions – A detailed breakdown of completed and unfinished tasks.

Completions – Missions he had finished but hadn’t claimed rewards for yet and right now only one mission was there.

Souls – A growing number showing how many people he had successfully brought to his side—whether through loyalty, influence, or something more...

Suggestions – The system’s creepy way of giving him new ideas based on his ambitions.

Notifications – Because even a supernatural system needed a damn inbox.

Justin scrolled to the Missions tab. Two sections popped up:

1. Completed – The most immediate tasks he had finished, rewards pending. And there it was—the mission for getting Chloe.

2. Unfinished –

His smirk deepened as he tapped Unfinished.

Chloe’s second condition. The one she threw at him, knowing damn well she was testing him. The one he had agreed to without hesitation. This mission was personally his and had nothing to do with the system.

And below it?

Two more. Missions the system had dropped on him earlier. The kind that made his pulse tick up just slightly—not out of anxiety, but out of pure anticipation. His eyes lingered on them. The system had given him these hours ago, but even now, he was still thinking about them.

Shit. Tonight was about to be long.

Justin shut off his phone, exhaling with a sharp grin.

"One hell of a ride."