The bell above your bakery door rung and in walked the most powerful man in Birmingham. His eyes scanned the well kept shop. Everything was clean to the best ability, it was all organized, the only sounds were coming from you in the bakery, oblivious to his arrival. He rung the smaller bell on the counter to signal his presence, that’s what finally got your attention.

You walked up to the counter, hurriedly rubbing the flour off your hands and onto the apron. You looked up to see the Thomas Shelby in your bakery.