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After everyone had settled into their seats. Mikey sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding silence without a word. His sharp gaze swept across the room, landing on each member before finally resting on [Y/N], who stood confidently beside him. The air grew heavy, and even the most talkative members shut their mouths as Mikey's voice cut through the silence.

"Alright, listen up," Mikey began, his tone calm but laced with authority. "Now that you've all had a taste of her energy," he said, gesturing toward [Y/N], who was grinning, "I'm formally introducing [L/n] [F/n] as the 8th executive member of Bonten."

Mikey's statement was met with a mixture of surprise and murmurs around the room. [Y/N]'s eyes gleamed with excitement as she stood a little taller, her gaze meeting each member's with a glint of mischief. 

"You're shitting me," Rindou muttered, staring at [Y/N] 

[Y/N] stepped forward, her boots clicking against the floor as she tilted her head, her grin widening. "And just so we're clear, drop the honorifics. Call me [F/n]. If I hear one 'miss' or 'ma'am,' I'm kicking someone's teeth in. Fair warning."

The room erupted into a mix of surprised murmurs and stifled laughter. Sanzu leaned forward, his features twisting into a scowl. "Hold the fuck up," he barked. "So what? We're just supposed to trust her 'cause you said so?" His eyes darted toward Mikey, then back to [Y/N]. "How do we know she's not gonna sell us out the second it gets hard? This isn't a fuckin' tea party, Mikey. We deal in blood, bullets, and bodies."

"Which is probably why you're so good at making a mess of things," [Y/N] added, stepping closer, not backing down even a fraction. Her grin widened as she leaned on the edge of the table, cocking her head. "But thanks for the concern, sugarplum."

Mikey's icy stare locked onto Sanzu, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees. "Sanzu," he said, his voice low, "if I say she's in, she's in. And trust me, she's more than capable of handling you, let alone the rest of this circus."

[Y/N] shot Sanzu a shit eating grin, sticking her tongue out and giving him a mocking little wave. "Aww, Sanzu, sweetheart, you're still salty about that kick, huh? Don't worry, I'll go easier on you next time. Maybe."

Sanzu's eye twitched, and he looked like he was about to launch himself across the table. Ran, ever the instigator, leaned back in his chair with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, come on, Sanzu," he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "She already proved she can handle herself. Or did you forget how she sent you flying earlier? That was art."

Sanzu slowly turned his head toward Ran, "I will kill you, Ran Haitani," he said, dragging out his surname. Ran's smirk flickered, and he subtly scooted his chair half an inch away, suddenly very aware of how Sanzu's hand was twitching near his waistband. "Chill," he muttered. "Fucking Psycho."

Mikey cleared his throat, effectively shutting down the bickering. "Enough. Now that [Y/N]'s officially part of the team, everyone introduce yourselves. And try not to embarrass yourselves. Too much."

"Kakucho," he said with a nod. "Looking forward to working with you, [Y/N]." he gave her a small smile

Kokonoi leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping idly against his knee. "Kokonoi Hajime," he said. "But let's not pretend you didn't already know that."

Ran, ever the drama queen, gave a little bow from his seat. "Haitani Ran, at your service". [Y/N] immediately flipped him off, no hesitation. Ran's smirk turned deadpan. "Wow. Romance is dead."

"Romance was never alive to begin with," Rindou muttered, "Haitani Rindou," he added with a sigh. "I'm not gonna try impressing you or whatever. I'm just here for the paycheck and legalized violence."