He is the CEO!

The models began to disappear, one after the other, into the auditorium hall. 

Avery couldn't help but start fidgeting as anxiety kicked in. Avery wasn't sure if she was going to have stage fright today, but she needed to build her confidence back.

"Number 14," the voice said into the microphone, and the speaker positioned backstage transmitted the sound.

Avery exhales deeply before raising her chin high to walk into the hall. The shoes Avery wore made soft sounds on the tiled marble floor, and the slit of the dress made it easier for Avery to walk well.

Avery's chin was raised as she cat-walked on the stage. The white bulb created a warm glow in the hall as she took each step.

She could see a few people sitting with some papers and tabs in front of them. Avery had concluded that they were probably the judges. 

They were few, and the woman calling them in was the personal assistant of the CEO.