The Garrison’s back room had been cleared and set for business. The air was thick with smoke and tension, heavy with unspoken threats and sharp glances. Arthur, Tommy, John, and Aunt Polly sat around the polished table, the room dimly lit but buzzing with power. Opposite them sat a handful of business partners — men trying not to sweat under the gaze of the Peaky Blinders.

Arthur’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his glass, Tommy leaned back in calculated silence, and Polly’s steely stare had already begun dissecting the motives of the men across the table.

And then—

The door creaked open.

Boots echoed against the wood floors, drawing every pair of eyes — including the outsiders’. The air shifted.

She walked in.

YN.

Arthur’s daughter. Seventeen and cold as steel. She wore baggy denim jeans, an oversized black hoodie swallowed her figure, and a gray leather high school backpack hung off one shoulder like a badge of defiance. Apple earphones in. Cigarette hanging loosely from her lips — lit, despite the no-smoking rule Tommy had just laid down for the meeting.

No apology. No pause.

She cast one deadpan glance across the table. Business partners stiffened under her gaze. One of them tried not to stare too long — but failed. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes were ice. Calculating. Dangerous.

Without a word, YN walked to Arthur’s side and slid into the empty seat beside him. One boot swung up onto the leg of the table, casually. Her expression didn’t change. Not even a blink as she let the smoke curl lazily from her lips.

Arthur didn’t flinch. Didn’t look over.

But the corner of his mouth twitched — a flicker of something close to pride. Or amusement. Maybe both.

He finally spoke, voice low and edged like a knife. “Didn’t expect you so early, kid.”

He leaned back in his seat, nodding toward the business partners still trying to figure out what the hell just walked into the room.

“Take your seat, yeah?” he muttered. “You look like you’ve already judged half the table.”

And judging by the way one of the partners swallowed hard and adjusted his collar, she had.