Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 78: The $300 million Debt

Chapter 78: The $300 million Debt

Justin exhaled slowly, his body betraying him by melting under her touch. "Yeah, well... today was a day."

Pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot. "What happened to keeping people on their toes? You’d be less bored that way."

Justin smirked, sipping his drink. "I figured a little shock factor wouldn’t hurt. Keep ’em guessing, y’know?"

Sasha hummed, her fingers digging in deeper. "And how’s that going for you?"

He sighed. "So far? No riots. No angry mobs. No one trying to poison my drink. I’d call that a win."

She snickered. "Give it time. You’re still you, Justin. Trouble follows you like a lost puppy."

Justin chuckled, letting her work. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional clink of ice in his glass.

It was nice. Too nice.

And maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the way she smelled—sweet, a little dangerous—but Justin’s mind started drifting places it shouldn’t.

His jaw clenched, and he quickly shook it off.

Not tonight.

Sasha leaned down slightly, her breath tickling his ear. "So? You gonna tell me what else is on your mind or just keep pretending you don’t have a million thoughts bouncing around in that head of yours?"

Justin smirked. "What, you a therapist now?"

She grinned. "I could be. But my rates are way higher than whatever you’re paying me now."

He huffed out a laugh. "You already cost me enough, woman."

She patted his shoulder. "Exactly. Now spill."

He took another sip, letting the silence stretch before finally saying, "It’s weird."

"What is?"

He gestured vaguely. "This. The quiet. No one breathing down my neck so far, no one spreading files of my past deeds—which by the way are way worse than the world already knows, no fires to put out. I should be relaxing, but instead, it just feels like I’m waiting for something to go wrong."

Sasha hummed. "That’s ’cause you’re a control freak, babe. You like the chaos."

Justin scoffed. "I am not a control freak."

She just raised a brow.

He sighed. "Okay, maybe a little."

She snorted. "Understatement of the year."

Justin leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded as Sasha worked on his shoulders. Her hands were magic—he had to admit. His body was stiff as hell from sitting through meetings with board members and the boring day, and for the first time all day, he actually felt like breathing.

"You’re really out here trying to make me fall asleep at the table, huh?" he muttered, voice deep and lazy.

Sasha chuckled behind him. "That bad?"

"That good," he corrected.

She hummed in satisfaction and kept working, pressing her thumbs into the tight knots near his neck. Justin exhaled slow, his head tilting forward. He didn’t even realize he was that tense.

Then, just as he was sinking into that sweet spot between relaxation and unconsciousness, she pulled back.

"Hold that thought, boss," she said, tapping his shoulder. "I’ma get you another drink."

Justin lifted a hand lazily. "If it’s not straight-up whiskey, don’t bring it."

She scoffed but walked off, her dress swaying with every step. Justin was not looking. He wasn’t. At least, that’s what he told himself as he stared at his half-empty glass instead of at her hips. He really needed to go out. This whole no distractions lifestyle was killing him.

A minute later, she was back, setting the glass down with a little flourish. "Your majesty."

Justin smirked, taking a sip. "Damn, did you spike it with extra respect? Tastes stronger."

Sasha rolled her eyes and slid back behind him, her hands returning to his shoulders like she never left.

"So," she started, voice dripping with fake casualness. "How’s does it feel?"

"Mhhh?"

"Uh-huh. You made Chloe CEO, turned the company upside down, and you basically feel like you did a magic trick that made half of Black Veil employees go from ’I’m quitting’ to ’I’d die for this man’ a day before. But sure. Uneventful."

Justin just grinned. "It’s all about the finesse."

"Finesse my ass." Sasha snickered. "You schemed."

"Same thing."

She laughed, still kneading into his muscles. They sat in a comfortable silence after that, the warmth of her hands settling him in a way he didn’t expect. He sipped his drink, feeling the burn of alcohol mix with the slow unwinding of his body.

Then, much later, when the conversation had nearly died out, he casually asked, "How’s school?"

Sasha snorted. "Chaos."

Justin chuckled. "That bad?"

She leaned in, her hands now massaging his head, fingers threading through his hair. "Chaos and fun. And of course, everyone was asking about you."

He groaned. "Do I even wanna know?"

"Oh, you totally wanna know." She smirked. "You’re basically the uncrowned king of the school. Even the teachers treat you right and try to get on your good side."

Justin grinned. "That’s what they call finesse."

Sasha rolled her eyes, pressing her fingers into his scalp a little harder. "Yeah, yeah. Finesse. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He just smirked, closing his eyes as she worked. Damn, maybe this was the real luxury—having a beautiful girl than half the world and also your maid, kneading the stress out of your body while he basked in his own success.

Maybe he should enjoy it a little more.

Justin had barely settled into the bliss of Sasha’s hands working through his scalp when the damn TV ruined it.

"And now, back to our main headline—Justin Black and the Black Veil. The young business prodigy has shocked the industry once again!"

Justin exhaled through his nose, opening one eye to glare at the massive flat screen in his living room.

Sasha, still massaging his head, let out a slow whistle. "Damn, you’re famous famous."

On-screen, the entertainment show was running full throttle on his name. The male presenter leaned in dramatically.

"In an unprecedented move, Justin Black has stepped down as CEO, handing over the reins to veteran Chloe Reynolds. But that’s not all! He also wiped out a $300 million debt left behind by his parents. And here’s the real kicker—he didn’t even use Black Veil’s funds!"

The female presenter gasped. "Mon dieu!"

The male host nodded fiercely. "I know, right?! That’s three hundred million dollars. Not three. Not thirty. Three hundred. Where does an 18-year-old even get that kind of money?"