章 14: All roads lead to David.
It was a somewhat busy day at the black ghost Cafe, from finding auspicious dates for couples to helping ghosts move on Phoebe needed a break.
[Rosette i am taking a break after this client.]
She sent a text. While she was putting her phone down, a client walked in. He was a young man who had covered his head with a thick black scarf and eyeglasses.
"What's wrong with this one? He looks more like a ghost than an actual ghost." Ancestor Saxon hovered over the man from side to side.
Phoebe cleared her throat and smiled. As long as the money was good, it didn't matter if the client walked in wearing a full mermaid costume or had ten arms.
"How can i help you sir?" she asked.
"You are a supposed to be a shaman of some sort, can't you tell?" he responded rudely.
"I am not a god, i don't see all." she replied.
The man stood up and walked out of her office without an explanation. Phoebe scoffed and she laughed a little bit. He would not be the first to walk out because she didn't magically discern his mysterious problem.
"We should really start screening for weirdos." the teenage ghost said.
"A ghost calling a human weird, how ironic." Phoebe chuckled.
She looked at the packed herbal tonics for grandma Saxon which she had requested that Phoebe personally drops off the to the Saxon tower herself. There is no way she was ever going to go there willingly, the good thing was that she had given the old woman a few products to use as she prepared her delivery.
"I am in a crappy mood." she croaked out.
Letting out a tired sigh, Phoebe stared at the hungry teenage ghost which was scared to ask for a snack since she was in a terrible mood.
Even the Saxon spirit which was usually bubbly was quiet, it almost seemed like they were all walking on egg shells.
"There, enjoy till you get high on sugar." Phoebe tossed a full packet of sugar coated candies into the fire causing the flames to flare up.
"What's your name?"
Since the girl helped her run some errands and she would be around for a while, she figured that the Saxon spirit was right, and she should learn her name.
"Connie, it took you long enough." The teenage spirit answered with it's usual rudeness as it chewed more candy loudly.
Phoebe went back to work but she could barely concentrate. She placed the celestial calendar on the table and lowered her head. She could hardly concentrate because her insides were turning with fury.
Her fury was the reason for the crappy mood she was in which refused to go away like a cloud of rain on a cold day. The words Ruth had told her kept ringing at the back of her mind.
"How did grandma find me?" she asked the spirit.
"This was purely coincidental, I don't know why she came to the store. I wasn't involved in any way." The Saxon spirit lied through it's teeth because it had pulled some strings to get the old woman to go to the black ghost Cafe. "I do hope your anger is not directed towards me."
Even the spirit could see that Phoebe was in need of an outlet for an anger.
"My anger has nothing to do with you. The nerve of that spiteful demon in human form to ask me to stay away from David. Ha!" Phoebe expressed her anger by banging the table.
Earlier that day Ruth had left together with grandma Saxon but surprisingly, she had returned to the shop furious.
Before Phoebe could ask what was wrong, Ruth had unleashed her fury by blaming her for going to the Saxon tower without informing her.
The woman was obviously crazy, did she think that Phoebe needed permission before going anywhere. It was because of her childish attitude that Phoebe had admitted that she had gone there.
"I went there because I wanted to know what the fuss was all about. All you have done is to warn me never to go there but you couldn't tell me why, I was curious. What are you going to do about it Ruthie?" Phoebe lied blatantly, she had mistakenly gone there but she wanted to become a thorn in Ruth's flesh
The blunt response made Ruth shudder in fear, she was afraid of what was going to happen now that her little birdie had informed her that David had found the woman he was searching for, in fact he hadn't slept home last night.
Her angry wondering eyes moved around among the customers that were alarmed, most knew who she was, the pampered princess of the rich Mayfair family.
She was known for her impulsive behavior especially when she was angry. There was a time she made headlines in the celebrity news that she had slapped someone just because he was staring rudely at her.
No charges were pressed on her simply because her decent and kind parents came out publicly to apologize to the public and went as far as to apologize to the victim in person.
People often wondered how nice people like the Mayfairs had given birth to a beast for her a daughter.
The waiting clients in Phoebe's shop had lowered their gazes to the floor as some went as far as to leave the Cafe because none of them wanted to fall victim to her wrath.
"Where is he?" Ruth had asked after searching the vicinity. She was seriously looking for someone.
Like a mad woman, she moved to Phoebe's office and moved inside with Phoebe following right behind her as she asked whom she was searching for so desperately.
"David Saxon, where is he? Have you been playing innocent all this time yet you were meeting up with him? Is he the man that is financing you?" Came Ruth's questions that barely made any sense.
"What? What are you ranting about? Who the hell is David Saxon? What would he be doing here?" Phoebe feigned ignorance because she didn't want Ruth to know that she knew the man and she wasn't planning on knowing him.
If the pendant required that she bonds with a Saxon, then she was going to find one that gave her peace of mind. The last Saxon on the list was David in fact he wasn't on the list at all.
The blond haired woman's venomous eyes glared at Phoebe. "Now listen to me Phoebe, David Saxon is my man, he's mine and only mine. I don't want you around him, even if he somehow comes to you chase him away."
Without waiting for a response she marched out of the office and slammed the door of the Cafe on her way out.
Till now Phoebe hadn't yet recovered from the shock. It was clear that Ruth more obsessed with David than she thought. It wasn't about becoming a Saxon because she could get any if she wanted. In fact David's cousin Dickson Saxon followed her around like a lost puppy yearning for love but Ruth never gave him the time of day. She wanted David and only him.
Phoebe began considering the option of using David just to vex Ruth but she was afraid of the past fate, would it be the same this time as well?
But if she wanted revenge on Ruth, to cause her the most pain, wasn't David the answer? In the end, was it inevitable to go to him?
She buried her head in her hands and groaned loudly.
"Let's go and do some fieldwork. We have a simple haunted house cleaning out job. That ought to improve your mood." The Saxon spirit made a good suggestion.
章 15: Proving her abilities.
Phoebe, the Saxon spirit and Connie arrived at the house which she had been assured was haunted. It was a medium sized mansion in the downtown area of the city.
It was in a residential neighborhood that was rather quiet. Phoebe had learned to observe her surroundings when it came to haunted house affairs. Often times, one haunted house usually meant an entire haunted area.
Sometimes it was because the house was built on top of an old cemetery, an old public burial ground, a cursed land where many terrible things had happened and the like. A haunted house was rarely a simple matter.
That's why she charged no less than five hundred thousand to take on such a job. It was because the scope often widened as she went along.
This seemed to be an affluent neighborhood, judging by the sizes of the houses and the mostly expensive cars parked along the road. She couldn't sense any dark energy in the immediate area, which meant there were no malevolent ghosts around.
While she was looking around and observing the surroundings, Connie rung the door bell.
"Who is it?" a voice came from inside, the house.
"The shaman." Connie answered.
Phoebe touched the back pocket of her jeans and retrieved a gold coin in the shape of a hexagon. There was a picture of a black raven with red eyes on the coin. She poured some of her energy into the coin and threw it up into the sky.
The red eye of the black raven blinked, and the bird came to life. It flew out of the coin and the coin fell back into Phoebe's hand.
The raven flew down and landed on Phoebe's shoulder in a comfortable move, one that it had done many times. She moved her right hand and rubbed the head of the bird in an affectionate manner.
"Go, Yin, find what's hiding here." she instructed the raven.
The bird opened its wings and flew away, going over the house directly.
"Using the bird takes up half of your energy. Do not do things like this if they are not necessary. Look, even the days you have left to live have reduced." The Saxon spirit reminded her in a disapproving tone.
Phoebe didn't look at the diamond shaped mark to see how many days she had left. This was the nature of her life and business now, so she couldn't help it.
"I can't sense any ghosts, can you?" she retorted.
The front door was opened by a maid in a blue dress who looked out curiously. She had never seen a shaman like Phoebe before__, one who was dressed in jeans and a small tight white shirt with white sneakers on her feet.
She looked no different from a young woman of university going age that was about to go on a date or grab lunch with her friends.
Figuring that Phoebe couldn't possibly be the shaman, the maid moved her head from side to side, in search of an older man or woman in long robes with beads, or a staff. She conjured up images of different ghost fighting masters she had seen in movies and none of them looked like Phoebe.
On seeing nobody else, she looked at Phoebe.
"Are you the shaman?" she asked uncertainly.
"Yes." Phoebe answered.
Connie chuckled and said, "Sister, this is why i told you to dress like a monk or something. People think you are normal when you look like this."
The maid heard Connie's voice and she screamed. She turned and run back into the house.
Phoebe on the other hand was surprised to hear Connie calling her sister. By learning the girl's name, the girl had become attached and slowly, she too would be the same. What would they do when time to part ways came?
Sighing internally, she walked into the house, following the path that the maid had taken. She found her way to the living room where a scared maid was explaining to her boss who was at the door.
When the maid saw Phoebe, she turned and run again.
Phoebe didn't dwell on that and she looked instead at the people sitting in the living room. It was a couple, a man and a woman who had gloomy looks on their faces.
She raised her hand and waved at them.
"Hello, you called for a shaman."
"Or an exterminator." Connie chimed in.
The woman gasped at the second voice which seemed to be coming out of nowhere as it's owner was invisible. She scooted over, distancing herself from Phoebe.
Phoebe glared at Connie meanwhile before turning back to the couple.
"That's my assistant who talks too much. But, i don't know why you would be so frightened of her when you apparently have ghosts in this house and yet you are still living here." she finished off unsurely.
Even her voice was light at the end because she still hadn't managed to sense any ghosts.
"You are the ghost seeing lady." the man spoke up slowly.
Phoebe nodded.
The man's eyes moved over her, trailing from head to toe as he studied Phoebe.
The wife turned to the husband and said in an outraged voice, "She can't be a shaman, she is young."
She had forgotten that only a few seconds ago, she had heard an invisible ghost talking and Phoebe had said that was her assistant.
"I don't think you can help us, you don't look like you have any experience. We thought you were an older experienced...."
"My physical appearance has nothing to do with my talents." Phoebe cut in and said quickly.
The couple would not be the first to doubt her abilities basing on age, appearance and other personal prejudices. There were many people like that in society.
Phoebe's mother was the type to ask for a middle aged doctor when she visited the hospital because they were not too young to be inexperienced and not too old to have memory problems and shaky hands.
To further prove her abilities, she looked at the couple with seriousness and her whole demeanor changed. Her red hair suddenly flew up as if a fan was blowing hair through it.
This was actually almost the case because the Saxon ancestor was the one blowing Phoebe's hair to lend her and appearance of an otherworldly master.
"You are Georgina Elroy, forty eight years old, born in Magic city on 9th April I9** at night. You are the third daughter of your parents, your second brother died last year from a drug overdose but your family tells everyone he died in his sleep.
You are allergic to diary products but this doesn't stop you from sneaking a bite of ice cream every once in a while, cheesecake flavor is your favorite.
The ring on your hand is not the wedding ring your husband gave you on the day he married you which is 16th December 20**. You lost the original one on a cruise ship two years ago when you were dancing how low can you go.
You have a scar on your inner wrist which you tell everyone was a result of your sister scratching you but you lied, you scratched yourself to get back at her for....."
"Stop, stop!" the woman yelled desperately.
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