Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Fifteen.

Everything was going according to plan. Things were going smoothly, despite all the mishaps and unexpected turns.

I managed to polish any imperfections.

Scarlett raises her head, looking up at her desk mirror as her own gaunt reflection stared back.

The bags under her eyes were undeniably deeper and more apparent. Most of her hair was loose from its usual neat tie, and her makeup almost completely worn off. Just at the sight of her current —noticeably unrecognizable self, already triggered some of her uncontrollable urge to fix and control.

I can get rid of mistakes.

She pulls her hair tie off, letting her hair all down. At least there wouldn't be much hair to control; they're loose anyway. Scarlett ponders back to the last time she was calm and collected; when Seth was missing and out of her life.

Up until the close calls of her (supposed) thoroughly meticulous plan, like the unsuccessful execution of it at the pub and the question of whether Becky fucking Lynch's sudden intervention was an asset or a liability. It all just gradually became too much for her. Now, several voices in her head would argue how everything is over. How there is literally no salvation left for her to turn things around and proceed with the plan. But she always proves people wrong. Scarlett confirms as she runs a hand through her now messy hair. Scarlett is certain her father would be the last person to realise this. Right now, she's so close to already fulfilling that. She's fully determined to make that happen.

Whatever it fucking takes.

Back straight and flattening the creases in her suit, she storms out of the room, locking the door behind her as the clicking of her heels echoed with every step she took.

- - -

Becky was definitely stalling on her way to the hotel. She had to go there by foot so she could take her time plucking up the courage to face Seth as well as going over the apology speech she prepared in her head the entire time. She stops in front of the main entrance, taking one last deep breath before proceeding.

It strangely feels like her first time being here. Everything felt tense and like everyone in there knows her and what she did, despite obviously neither of those being the case. And then it just dawned on her how she has no idea how to look for Seth.

He's the owner of the business for fuck's sakes. Employees here don't usually hold the responsibility of looking after their executives—Becky would know. Plus, if anyone were to look for them, they wouldn't be heading to the reception! With that sort of connection, it's likely that an exchange in contacts had already been made, right?

Becky sighs. This is stupid.

Just then, all thoughts went on hold as Becky's feet had already taken her to the reception desk.

The lady behind the desk, smiles up at her and politely asked for the purpose of her visit.

Becky opened her mouth to speak.

Does Seth even want to see you?

She closes it, her eyes darting everywhere on the floor. She should just leave, there are probably other ways to look for Seth.

As the lady called Becky's attention again—since she hasn't given any sort of response—she also heard someone else call her name from another direction. She whips her head at the voice in full attention, dread rises in her gut upon realising who the source was.

"Isn't this a surprise?" Scarlett steps closer, two bodyguards following suit.

There was something about her that made her look and sound different, maybe that's why Becky couldn't immediately recognize her voice despite it being engraved in his head.