Uncrowned Queen 2

Justin leaned back in his chair, one leg resting over the other as he tapped his fingers against the desk. The general employee meeting was scheduled, Adams was handling the lists, and the whole damn company was basically spinning in a windstorm of uncertainty. Models, escorts, influencers—the whole roster of Black Veil's elite was teetering on the edge, with other agencies practically foaming at the mouth to snatch them up. But Justin wasn't sweating over them.

Because if he got her, he got all of them.

Chloe Reynolds.

The name itself carried weight, like some underground empress who didn't need a crown to rule. Every major name in the industry either worked under her, looked up to her, or wanted to be her. And while the company was his by blood, she was the one of the few who made Black Veil what it was today. Like Adams, she's of the few who started as the escorts of the company and later dominated after Adams retired.