The Game: Round two ~ Nat/Scar x fem! reader

Chapter 5: Useful skills

[Tw: smut]

Y/n's POV:

Scar: "I need list of all of your clients, their phone numbers, addresses and their projects." She says in a hurry while million thoughts are running through her head.

Y/n: "Scar, maybe we should call the police instead of playing detectives."

Scar: "No way, you know how shit is the police."

Y/n: "Okay, just calm down. I'll give you the list and everything when you get back from work. You'll be late Sherlock." I rise my eyebrow when she looks at the clock.

Scar: "Ugh, you're right." She rolls her eyes. "I'll be home at 5, don't open door to anyone."

Y/n: "Yes ma'am, now gooo." I stand up giving her a light kiss on her cheek bringing my cup to the sink.

I hear the door close and car engine starting, sooo I go to Scarlett's office to do my digging. I have to make sure she wasn't the one who sent that letter. Even though she looked really scared and worried when I told her about the situation but let's don't forget she's an actress. Good actress. I grab the handle but the door is closed. Now that is a huge red flag. Something is definitely not right here. Okay now, where is the key? Probably in her bedroom in some fancy, secret vault. Ugh, I literally can't do anything without her knowing about it. I sigh taking my phone and texting
Scarlett:

~Hey Scar, I wanted to check my clients list on your laptop but the door is closed, where do you have the key?

~We'll check the list when I'm home ;*

I mean, what did I expect? She's not dumb but so am I. She thinks I can't unlock closed door? Please. I go to the bathroom and take bobby pin. Mhmmm a little push and... Oh fuck me.

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Scarlett's POV:

I sit at the makeup chair scrolling through my phone when it starts to buzz and I see notification that someone broke into my office. Okay two options: desperate Y/n or this mother fucker, letter writing asshole. I immediately turn on app with monitoring in my house to see Y/n standing in front of the camera showing me her middle finger. That's what I thought. I smile to myself and text Y/n:

~I didn't know you have skill of breaking into offices 👀

~Oh shut up 🙄

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I head to my car after finished filming, I thought I can grab Starbucks for me and Y/n on the way home so I started texting her what would she like when I saw Lizzie standing next to my car.

Scar: "What the hell are you doing here?" I cross arms on my chest.

Lizzie: "Can you leave me alone? I didn't do anything to you, I backed off, I left Y/n all for you and what? You leave sick letter on my door frame to what? To scare me even more than I already am?" Her voice breaks from fear and a single tear rolls down her face.

Scar: "Liz, I didn't leave the letter. I swear to you it wasn't me." I step forward to hug her to calm her down but she steps away.

Lizzie: "Then who was it? I don't really believe you, I know you are able to do really wrong things only to have Y/n to yourself." She stares at me.

Scar: "I- Okay maybe you're right but-"

Lizzie: "If it wasn't you then you should also get a letter I guess. That would make sense I mean if that person-"

Scar: "I did."

Lizzie: "What?"

Scar: "I got a letter." I sigh. "Get in, I'll tell you on the way."