If Black Veil had a throne, Chloe would be sitting on it.
Unofficially, of course.
Officially, she was just the Executive Director of Operations—a fancy way of saying she ran everything while other people took the credit. But ask anyone in the company, from the interns to the senior executives, and they'd tell you the same thing:
Chloe ruled Black Veil.
Not with an iron fist, but with something far more terrifying—competence.
She had a brain like a supercomputer, a tongue sharp enough to cut glass, and a work ethic that made everyone else look lazy by comparison. And the worst part?
She looked good doing it.
Dressed in an all-black power suit, with sleek dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and heels sharp enough to stab a man, Chloe walked through the halls of Black Veil like a queen surveying her kingdom.
And right now?
She was heading straight for Justin.
A knock. Sharp. Precise.