Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Two.

Seth greets his older sister Scarlett, when she enters, with a hug. She awkwardly hugs back as they stopped getting along in such a long time ago. She then occupies herself by flipping her very light, blonde hair and straightening out her blazer. Her features—reminiscent of Seth's— remains impassionate, despite her curled lips that were red to match her stilettos— the vibrant color being a strong contrast to her pale skin. As they both sat down on opposite ends of the small couch, Saraya pours them glasses of some kind of cocktail that was yellow. Seth guesses it's pineapple flavoured.

"I'm not gonna make this long, since I'm busy doing actual important things for the company." Scarlett says as soon as she hears Saraya shut the door after she left.

Seth scoffs. "I am doing great at this hotel." He replies defensively like a child being challenged.

She tuts. "Hate to be the one to break it to you but you aren't running this hotel, Father is. It's just so unfortunate that you share the name and legally have the title without actually needing to contribute anything productive."

"I'd say that is very fortunate for me." Seth takes a sip of the cocktail and confirms its pineapple flavour. He leans back, making himself comfortable as he is certain this talk won't be short despite his sister's earlier disclaimer.

Scarlett looks at him disapprovingly and as if he just spilled lipstick in her Valentino white bag. "You really don't care, do you?"

At this moment, Becky was about to bring her cleaning to the said lounge when she overhears the heated conversation.

"You can't even pick up your own goddamn phone! —even if it's father calling! I had to call the reception to get my message to you. You're this irresponsible and to think he considers you instead of me?" She starts ranting.

Becky should already be aware that there are people in the lounge, she knew being none other than Seth and his sister, and that she should proceed to the other rooms while waiting for them to vacate, although she can't help but be invested.

"I wouldn't really come here if it wasn't this important." She sighs, trying to compose herself. "Father is sick" She stands up, making a sound with her heels and puts her hands on her waist exasperatedly.

Becky panics when she hears Scarlett's shoes and mistakes it for steps that approached the door she was eavesdropping in and so in a frenzy, she quietly but swiftly moves to the next room.

"That's not even terminal!" Seth says, he doesn't get why Scarlett would be so pressed over this.

"So you won't check up on him because it isn't, is that it? Don't you at least want to see him? He was supposed to break it to us together but since you have no intention of being present, he just told me instead." She starts pacing, like she was giving him a lecture. "That and so many obvious reasons should already be enough to convince him that you do not have any skill or sense of responsibility to inherit the company!" Seth was surprised but immediately felt flattered hearing about his father's preference.

"What was he even thinking? I worked the hardest, I have more practice, more experience and certainly more skill! But I guess misogyny really overrides logic, so now he just goes past his eldest and only reliable child for such petty rubbish like lacking the right genitals as an excuse. You shouldn't even be an option with everything you've been doing in your dumb and wasteful life."

Seth crosses his legs. "Look, I can't really help it if it's father's decision to make me heir of the company and not you." He takes another sip. "I hardly see how this is my fault, Scarlett."

She scoffs and was taken aback but she responds, "I am telling you to get your shit together, Seth!"

Becky returns to the lounge after finishing the entire place leaving only one area uncleaned. She sees Seth alone by the balcony, simply leaning over and viewing the empty garden. For a moment Becky wonders where the people he was with a while ago, but quickly dismisses the irrelevant triviality.