Chelsea had arrived back in Birmingham, still silently cursing her father for bailing on her to fuck some women he had just met.
Nevertheless, Chelsea pushed her anger aside and wondered into the Garrison where she found John, Arthur and Finn all gathered around in the snug, laughing.
"Hey, Chelsea." said Finn, he got up and kissed Chelsea on the cheek, "How was London?"
"It was good." said Chelsea, smiling, "I saw Ada and we had a good long talk. Girly stuff, you wouldn't care for it. How are you two?"
John and Arthur looked up at their niece, back to each other and laughed.
"What?" Chelsea asked, "Can't I ask how you are?"
"Yes you can, but we all know that's not why you came to find us." said John, leaning back in the booth and throwing his arms behind him, "He's down at the office with Micheal, go on, I won't tell your dad."
Chelsea squealed in happenings, she ran forward and kissed her Uncle on the cheek, "Thank you! Love you all, see you later."
The two men laughed alongside each other as they watched Chelsea sprint out of the pub as fast as she could, Finn on the other hand looked furious.
"Oh, cheer up!" Arthur said, clapping him on the back, "Just because you can't find a woman."
"It's not that." said Finn, "I don't want her to stop hanging around with me, all she does is spend time with him."
Arthur looked at his brother with a solemn smirk, "You're family. And there's one thing that Chelsea prioritises above anything else, and that thing happens to be family. Dont worry, kid. I bet you're still her favourite."
Chelsea had arrived at the office and walked in, she looked down the room and into her dads empty office, she remembered when his small wound had started bleeding again, maybe that was what scared him into setting up the trust fund.
"Who's there?" said Isaiah's voice, he emerged from Micheal's office with his gun held high, circling around and looking in every corner.
"I wouldn't shoot if I were you." said Chelsea, taking her coat off, "I'm sure you'd be terribly heart broken."
"Look who came running back from London. Miss me much?" Isaiah smirked, he put his gun away before walking over to her and taking her coat, hanging it up on the rack.
"Not really." Chelsea smirked, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Missed the Garrison more."
"Sure you did." Isaiah laughed.
He led her into Micheal's office, Micheal gave a short smile to Chelsea as she kissed him on the cheek and asked how his new job was going.
Chelsea took the silent answer as - I'm drowning in paperwork and haven't left the desk for a toilet break in about 20 hours - she laughed at the boy and leant against the wall beside the door, crossing her arms.
Isaiah caught on as well, he walked forward and leaned to Micheal, his hands resting on the desk, "Let's go and get a drink." he said, taking the pen from Micheal's hand.
"No, I'm alright." Micheal sighed, taking a spare pen from the inner pocket of his blazer and continuing to flick through the pile of files in front of him.
"Come on, it's pay day." said Isaiah, laughing as Chelsea leaned forward and took the other pen from Micheal, "Everybody has a drink on pay day."
"Not me." said Micheal, opening a drawer and pulling out yet another men, making Chelsea and Isaiah roll their eyes and sigh in annoyance.
