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.