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?