❝If you want me. EARN ME!❞
❝Alright. I'll earn you, I'll do it.❞
in which amara singh, a former employee to the shelby's is ready to move on with her life beyond their gang empire and open her own business. if only thomas shelby was ready to let her...
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"I VOTE NO."
Everyone turned to Nia, who'd just lit a cigarette, not even bothering to glance at Stanley for longer. The four of them were just outside the meeting room and gazes locked into the half-blinded, half-open window where Stanley ━ who'd practically been shoved in by Evan mere seconds ago━ sat on one of the chairs, staring vacantly on the surface of the foot-long table, holding that bloody teddy like it was his lifeline. The wall between them was far from the ones the police had ━ clear, pale and unseeable from one end, instead, all they had were blinds are anyone could see through them. But still, Stanley barely glanced at anything else but the teddy in front of him. Amara concluded from his grief-stricken, teary-eyed face that he did not kill his family, if he had there would be something else ━ the look of a killer that she knew all too well, a killer was in her blood, it had slept next to her in bed and most importantly, it had made her want to bolt whenever she felt safe.
But, Stanley Jones was no killer, he was just lost like every man after the war.
"He hasn't even said a word," Alex replied, the only person who was standing up with his arms bent and fingers stroking his chin.
Nia just shook her head, disagreeing "He has this crazy look in his eyes."
"That's the war," was Evan's response.
As expected, the debate about whether they should take the case or not ensued. On paper, Amara Singh was the boss, the fixer who owned this establishment. To anyone beyond the brick walls of high-rise buildings, she decided the cases, the clients and anything else fixing firms do. (The business of a crisis manager was unknown in Small Heath and no one ever asked, not even the coppers). But, Singh & Associates were more democratic than the government itself, they may have frowned on patriotic propaganda, seen through the lies of the posters of the war though they did not take the client's plead for help unless all of them agreed.
"Not even Thomas Bloody Shelby has that crazy look." Amara's posture became dishevelled at the name, a name that spread like a plague and like the plague, it caused great fear and more than one dead body at night but Amara didn't falter from the fear. "━and who knows how many people he's killed." Nia's gaze shifted back onto Stanley. "He did it ━ I'm sure of it."
