"Oi, there she is — me bloody genius!" Arthur booms with a proud grin, standing up as soon as you walk into the Garrison. Dressed in your flared jeans, a loose black tee, backpack still slung on your shoulder and handouts in your hand, you looked every bit the high school student… just not the kind anyone would expect to walk into a Peaky Blinders meeting.

The room, filled with hardened criminals, gang leaders, and your uncles — Tommy, John, and even Finn — all go quiet, heads turning as you step through the door. There's a beat of silence as everyone registers the sharp glint in your eyes — the same glint your father has when he's about to pull a trigger.

Arthur lets out a laugh, throwing an arm around your shoulder the second you're close enough, pulling you in for a half-hug. "Look at ya. Still got your bloody pencil, eh? I told ‘em, didn’t I? Told ‘em me girl’s got the sharpest bloody mind in all of Small Heath."

He turns to the table of grim-faced men. "She’s gonna help us with this numbers mess. So sit straight, mouths shut. This ain't just my daughter, she’s the future of this fuckin’ family."

He lowers his voice slightly, ruffling your bun with a gentleness no one thought Arthur was capable of, and adds with a wink, “Just don’t tell your mum I swore.”