Fawnie walked into Michael's hospital room silently, she didn't necessarily want to be at the meeting but Ada convinced Fawn to try and help with the family business. Ever since John's passing, Fawn and Finn have stepped up in helping with placing and marking bets. Finn collects them, Fawn puts them into the books.

The room now had a large table in the middle of it, around it were six chairs. Lizzie, Ada, and Polly sat down but Fawnie decided to stand, Arthur would need a seat anyway. "Sorry I'm late." Aunt Polly announced and Thomas finally looked up, his eyes scanned the room until they fell on his little sister.

"Where's Arthur? And why is she here?" 

Polly shook her head, "Do I look like his fucking mother? And Fawnie deserves a place in the meetin', she's been helping with the books. She ought to know what the fuck is going on."

The older Shelby man tilted his head to the side and squinted, "Helping with the books, eh? In what capacity?" 

Ada smiled to herself, "She's been–"

Thomas shook his head no, eyes trained on Fawnie. Her jaw sat tightly shut and her eyes tired from lack of sleep, "I was asking Fawnie." He said.

His younger sister wet her lips and chewed on the bottom one for a moment before speaking, she stepped forward. "Finn's been collecting the money for the bets... and since I'm far better at maths than he is, I've been entering them in the books. I've also taken the time to learn..." Fawn's eyes watered at the thought of his name. "I've taken time to learn John's system. So there's no need to change the books at all..." 

"Huh," Tom took a drag from his cigarette, "I assume they're done correctly?" She nodded silently, wanting to leave the room. "Alright then, after we finish the legal side of the discussion, you're going to go and find Arthur. A Peaky Blinder will accompany you–"

"I'm fine without one of those arseholes–"

He drew in a large breath, "Fawnie Rose, there are fuckin' Italians in our city and if you want to live to see the day where the sky isn't blackened by coal, you'll have a Peaky Blinder by your side." Fawnie just decided to nod in agreement, her body was tired from everything in the last month or so. 

It was as though she hasn't slept in years. Thomas stood up, addressing the group, "Before we start this extraordinary general meeting of the board and Fawnie of the Shelby Company Limited, I'd like to note the absence of the Deputy Vice President who has not yet arrived. We will continue without his presence."

Fawn sat in Arthur's seat and took the paper Tom handed her, reading it as fast as she could, Tom cleared his throat loudly before he began. "Item number one. The reinstatement of the Shelby Company Limited Company Treasurer. The board welcomes back the former treasurer, with generously improved terms and conditions." 

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The teen had to force herself to not zone out as Tom discussed the company, "All those in favor of the reinstatement of Mrs. Elizabeth Gray, to the position of Shelby Company Limited Company Treasurer, please raise your hands." Fawnie rose her hand for Arthur, knowing he'd welcome Polly back with open arms.

Everyone at the table rose their hands, even Tom, "Why goodness, thank you." Polly deadpanned and a tiny smirk found its way onto Fawnie's face.

"Any other business?" Tom asked as he put his papers in order, "Right. I declare this extraordinary general meeting over. Now we can talk about the real business. But for that we need Arthur. Fawnie, he should be at the factory."

"Alright, Thomas." Fawnie stood, setting the paper on the table and setting a hand on her aunt's shoulder, "Aunt Pol, Ada, Lizzie... Michael." She addressed each of them with a curt nod before departing. 

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"Arthur! Where the fuck are you?" Fawnie shouted in the warehouse, walking slowly while looking above her at the offices. After losing the Peaky Blinder Tom sent with her, she got to the warehouse rather quickly. She caught sight of Devlin knocking on Arthur's door, so she began rushing toward him.

"Devlin! Where's Arthur?!" The black-haired man turned around and pointed inside the office. Fawnie just nodded at waited at the end of the stairs, Arthur exited from the office with a tired expression. Worry washed over Fawn for just a moment before Arthur's eyes turned angry, "What's happened?" She asks.

Her brother seemed taken aback at the sight of Fawnie, "Why're you here on ya own?" Fawnie walked beside Arthur and explained that Tom sent her to fetch Arthur. "Go and wait in me office, you don't want to see this."

She shook her head no, "Thomas told me to get you and I've got you, what's going on?"

"Some people thought it was a good idea to throw a party into the paint shop, I'm gonna show them it wasn't." Fawnie grabbed Arthur's arm, pulling him to a stop. 

"What if they're Italians? Have you got your gun?" Arthur shook his head no, Fawnie sighed at his foolishness. "You boys are so stupid, here, take it." She shoved her small pistol into his hand, "I know it's small but it's all I've got." She kept it to herself that the gun was the same one Tom gave Sylvia in 1919. He regifted it to Fawn before this whole mess went down. 

Arthur smiled at Fawnie and ruffled her hair, "I don't need no gun," He handed it back to his little sister, before shaking his head, "You're still that little shite that'd steal fresh biscuits from the kitchen. Stay close, doe." She nodded in agreement. 

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Fawnie kept her distance behind Arthur, not wanting to distract him, but was still close. The sound of paint splashing could be heard as Arthur passed the metal mallet back to her, he nodded at her once. It's something Fawn saw her brothers and other men do rather often, she didn't know exactly what it meant but it felt like a silent affirmation.

"Party is it, eh?" Arthur shouted, picking up a brick and throwing it toward the men,  "Is that what it is? What is this, a party, eh?" They looked toward the pair of Shelbys and jumped, "Fuck off out of it! Get out!" Her brother ordered and the men tucked their tails and ran. Fawnie stood by Arthur's side, proud of how quickly they took care of the problem.

"That was eas–" Bloodred paint-covered Fawnie from head to toe, Arthur didn't get the brute of it, only half of him being covered. His little sister gasped and Arthur immediately tensed up.

The mallet in Fawn's hands dropped as she stumbled back, Arthur caught her before turning toward the culprit. "Okay, I wasn't gonna hit ya. But that wasn't fucking nice." He swung his fist at the man, sending both of them sprawling. Fawnie tried wiping the paint off of her face but it managed to get in her eyes.

Arthur picked up the mallet from its spot near Fawn's feet,  "Arthur... Mr. Shelby, please!" The man pleaded for mercy but Arthur wasn't having it.

"You hurt my fucking sister!" He screamed, walking toward the begging man menacingly. "Then get the fuck out! Fuck your fuckin' revolution!" Arthur allowed the man to run out of the paint shop before dropping the mallet and walking toward his little sister. "You're a fucking mess." Fawnie shook her head as Arthur moved her matted hair out of her face.

"You alright?" She nodded wordlessly, blinking to clear the dots in her vision. The paint smelled of oil and grease, it was nauseating. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," The Shelby's began walking out of the paint shop, but the sound of footsteps made Arthur pause, "Get behind that pillar there and don't fuckin' move."

Fawnie actually listened, knowing she wouldn't be of any use. She knew how to use her gun, but she wasn't the greatest fighter, Arthur walked back down the incline, toward the men in suits. He was silent and suddenly gunshots began. Fawn felt her throat tighten up for fear of Arthur's life, her teeth chattered as her jaw shook.

The tears streaming down her cheeks pushed the drying paint out of the way as Fawn scrambled to retrieve her gun, the men ran toward Arthur, and the pillar Fawn was pressed up against. She held her breath and moved to the darker side. A man walked past Fawn and her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe silently. 

She looked around for something besides her gun, it would be too loud, and Fawn heard two sets of gunshots. A blackened brick seemed a good enough weapon, she moved slowly, reaching for the brick without taking a step, her arm wasn't long enough so she used a pole to lean forward further. 

The man walked forward until he heard a shout, Fawn felt her heart stop the moment that the man nearly saw her. He took two steps toward the commotion before Fawnie managed to strike him over the head with the brick. It broke into two halves and crumbled to the floor along with the man. 

He crawled forward toward his gun before Fawn realized what she had to do, her hands shook as she aimed and fired her gun. Three shots before she dropped to the ground, sobbing violently at the fact that she killed a person for the first time. It took a few minutes before Arthur found his traumatized younger sister cradling her knees to her chest. Fawnie Shelby appeared to be completely broken.