From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Two Red Lines

Barcelona, Spain - May 2021

Scar swiped sweat out of her forehead anew and groaned. 'I thought Barcelona wouldn't be this hot until mid-June.' She moaned when she lifted the glued hair off from her hot skin, hoping the nonexisting breeze would cool down her sticky neck. She sighed grumpily when her movement had no impact on the feel of melting. Emily rolled her eyes beside her. 'Dream on. Last year, you were vanishing the moment you stepped outside of the shower. I have never felt so hot in my life.' Emily shook her body to shake off the unpleasant memories away. 'It was a horrible weekend. I have forgotten how many showers I took over the weekend.' Scar smirked as she could picture this in her head vividly since her friend hated sweating.

Emily gawked again, slamming her hand in front of her mouth. 'Are you okay?' Scar asked uneasily and moved to approach her friend, who sprinted off like she was on fire. Scar furrowed her eyebrows when her eyes followed her friend when the crowds shallower her. Emily had felt sick in the last couple of days, but so had Scar. In Emily's case, the first two days had been gawking, but she had thrown up earlier in the morning. Scar just felt unwell overall, but she blamed the heat and lack of water, but she was also stressed due to the pending matters on her continuation in her role due to the events in Bahrain.

Scar snarled involuntarily when her thoughts move back to the conversation she had had with Graham in Bahrain.

She had knocked on the door, feeling extremely nervous, every nerve point on high alert. 'Come in.' Graham's voice boomed, and Scar stumbled in, head held high. Her approach was to take the high route. 'You wanted to see me?' Scar questioned as she wanted to find out how much had carried to Graham's ears. 'Yes. Please have a seat.' Scar shivered when Graham shot a dark and disappointing look towards her. The leather made a sound when her bump hit the fabric, and she shifted herself from side to side in an attempt to find a comfortable position.

'How can I help you?' Scar forced a friendly smile to her face, keeping her tone light when her insides were under the extensive hurricane. Graham leaned over his desk, folding his fingers together, deep in thought. 'Thank you for coming down so quickly and for reacting to the situation presently.' He pursed his lips together, and her heath was ramping quickly against her cribs. 'I guess I better just get this out in the open. Sadly, the committee sees this situation rather complicated due to the history between you and Seb. They want to investigate the situation further when the committee gathers together in Monaco. The outcome will be announced then.' He shot a half-hearted smile towards that left her feeling cold and uncanny. She pursed her lips tightly together when she processed the words: What history? She and Seb barely knew each other before her job. Then she responded with a tight smile. 'I understand. How do we proceed until the committee meeting?'

'Business as usual. I'll let you know the time and date for the meeting once I receive a confirmation from the members.' David replied, attempting her to feel more at ease with the upcoming events. She felt defeated, scared and cornered. Instead of addressing her chaotic feelings, she settled on nodding her head to recognise her fate before standing up. 'Thank you, Graham. I'll get back to Emily as we're about to push a statement out...'

She had reached back to the door before she heard Graham's patronising voice again. 'It will be fine, Scar.' Whilst keeping her hand on the handle, she turned around with a frown on her face. 'Why wouldn't it be okay?' She stated before she exited the room.

The building frustration and rage were pushed aside when a pale looking Emily returned, later on, Scar knitted her eyebrows together in concern. She had more pressing matters to handle now than dwell in her self-misery. 'I think I may have eaten something that makes my stomach upset.' Emily sighed when she sat down on the pavement, dropping her head to her hands. Scar frowned when she looked at her friend, who looked knackered: bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days, and her skin was gloomy. 'You don't look too well. Maybe we should go -'