Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 76: Black Veil CEO

Chapter 76: Black Veil CEO

The grand hall of Black Veil was packed. Not just packed—overflowing.

Hundreds of employees filled the space, a sea of suits and sharp eyes, all standing at attention. As long as they were still under contract, still pulling checks with Black Veil stamped on them, they were here. The whole damn workforce, gathered under one roof.

At the front, long tables stretched out, reserved for the elites—the executives, top brass, and board members. Heavyweights who made shit happen. Among them, Martinez sat cool as ever, and beside her, Selena leaned back in her chair, watching with mild amusement.

But the real standout was the table in the middle.

Two seats. One empty.

And in the other?

Chloe Reynolds.

She sat there like she had nothing but time, a small knowing smile playing on her lips as she watched Justin.

And him?

He stood tall on the platform, their chairman, dressed in sharp, tailored black. His eyes swept over them, his expression unreadable—calm, in control, the very image of power.

Then he spoke.

"Black Veil started with two amazing people—two legends—the Blacks."

Silence.

"They built this empire from the ground up. From nothing. And now? Black Veil stands at the top. "They built this from ground zero. No shortcuts. No handouts. And even though they’re gone, Black Veil is still standing. Not just standing—dominating. And why?" He tilted his head slightly. "Because while my parents were the faces of Black Veil, they didn’t do it alone. There were people behind them. People among you."

His gaze flickered across the crowd.

"You all know what I mean, right?"

A few nods. Some murmurs. People shifting in their seats.

"I’m standing here as your chairman, not just because I carry the Black name, but because of the people who helped build Black Veil into what it is today. You."

A pause. A slow nod. Then

The room erupted.

Thunderous applause, cheers, people clapping hard enough to sting their palms. Justin let it ride for a moment before lifting a hand, bringing them back down.

Then, with a chuckle, he added, "Alright, alright," he said, chuckling. "I’ll be real. I am a narcissist, but there’s a limit. And that limit? It ended yesterday. I flexed enough." He exhaled, glancing toward the empty chair at the center table. "Today ain’t about me." Laughter rippled through the crowd, easing the tension and a ripple of curiosity moved through the room. People shifted forward, eager.

"What you’re all witnessing today is history. No, scratch that—the first step happened yesterday when I took the mantle. Today? We take the next step. The step that’s going to push Black Veil into industry domination."

The room held its breath.

Even the most unbothered employees were now sitting on the edge of their seats. Apart from Selena and Martinez, nobody had a damn clue where this was going.

Justin let the suspense simmer, then leaned in slightly.

"Now, I know I have the skills to lead this company as both chairman and CEO, but..." He exhaled, a slow smirk forming.

"There’s someone else just as capable. Hell, maybe even better."

A gasp rippled through the room.

What. The. Fuck.

People shifted in their seats. Some straight-up froze.

Justin took his time, letting the moment marinate.

Then, in a smooth, deliberate tone, he delivered the final blow. "With all your presence to bear witness—welcome our new CEO..."

A pause.

"Chloe Reynolds."

And just like that—

The hall exploded.

*****

Chloe Reynolds sat—oblivious as fuck.

She had been watching Justin, just like everyone else, nodding along, listening intently, sipping on her water with zero goddamn clue that she was about to be hit with the biggest curveball of her life.

Then he said it.

"Welcome our new CEO... Chloe Reynolds.".Her grip on the glass froze mid-sip.

Wait.

What?

Her brain glitched. Straight-up blue-screened.

Her eyes widened, staring at Justin like he had just announced she was the Queen of England.

The glass nearly slipped from her fingers.

The crowd?

Absolute fucking chaos.

The entire hall erupted—cheers, gasps, whispers, people turning to each other like "Did he just—?" and "No fucking way!"

Some employees jumped out of their seats, clapping so hard it was a miracle their hands weren’t on fire. Others just stared, processing the bombshell that had just been dropped.

At the executives’ table, Martinez leaned back, watching with a smirk like she had front-row seats to the best drama of the year.

Selena? She just shook her head with an amused sigh.

She just smiled.

Like she had known all along.

But Chloe?

She was still frozen. Still blinking at Justin, her mouth half-open like her brain hadn’t caught up yet. It took a whole five seconds before she finally leaned forward, placed the glass down with both hands, and whispered—

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

Justin smiled at her, all smooth and smug, and gestured for her to come up.

Chloe’s eyes were still wide as hell, stuck somewhere between did I just hallucinate that? and this motherfucker really did this without telling me?

The room?

Still electric.

Half the employees were still catching their breath from the plot twist of the century, while the other half—especially the top models and escorts—were already on their feet, clapping and grinning like they just won the lottery.

The front row?

All the big names—the faces of Black Veil—were smiling as if this was the most obvious outcome ever. The Luxe Models defectors? The ones who had been considering jumping ship?

Yeah, they were rethinking their life choices real fast.

Levi? That pretty-boy male model-slash-top escort who had already bailed to Luxe the moment Justin took over?

Bet his ass was sweating right now.

But back to Chloe—

She was still staring at Justin, still processing.

And then, finally—finally—she stood up. A slow move at first, cautious, like she was checking to see if the ground was still there. Then, as she stepped forward, her expression shifted—from pure shock to calm, controlled confidence.

And the room felt that shift.

The applause grew louder.

Models, escorts, executives—they clapped, they cheered, they nodded like yeah, this is right. Because everyone here knew one thing:

Chloe Reynolds wasn’t just some random pick. She was the fucking queen here. And as she moved to the platform, meeting Justin’s gaze, the look she gave him?

Oh, she was so gonna make him pay for not telling her first.