A slow sly smile formed on her lips as her attention was drawn back to the ghost.
"If you don't like the new rules then by all means find some else to feed you."
She didn't plan to comment on the poor manners of the female ghost because she was not her mother or sister. The teenager simply stuck around because she couldn't remember why she was stuck and she was lonely.
The teenage ghost quickly humbled itself for it was aware that without Phoebe it would not be able to feed. It had taken it years before meeting a medium that could actually see it.
"Fine."
It curtly spoke before it vanished.
The Saxon spirit that had been watching was amused by how far Phoebe had come. From being a timid girl that was petrified of ghosts to someone that was now setting terms and conditions that they had to follow.
A broad smile came to form on its wrinkled face, Phoebe who had noticed the wide grin asked what was so amusing.
"Well, am just very proud of you my dear, very soon you will become a master at this. But you know, you should learn the girl's name since it looks like she might be here for a long while. You can't just keep calling her you, her, or it."
"Knowing names forms attachments. I don't want unnecessary attachments in this life." Phoebe answered.
At the end of the day, the girl was a ghost and she would leave. Of what use was it to attach herself to someone who would leave?
She opened a cabinet and took out six envelopes. These were clients looking for the best days on which to hold weddings or funerals.
"Let's get to work." she told ancestor Saxon.
The Saxon spirit's smile became wider. "Now, should we discuss real business?"
Phoebe frowned at the white haired spirit.
Despite it's youthful face and drop dead gorgeous looks, it was a being that had existed for thousands of years.
That was the information Phoebe knew about it. Everything else, it promised to share after she returned to the Saxon family.
"You have a sly look on your face. Whatever you are going to say, don't." she told it.
"You can't avoid him forever." Ancestor Saxon laughed, a loud shrill escaping her mouth.
It was as if she was deeply amused and entertained by Phoebe's life.
Phoebe snorted and opened the envelopes.
Of course, she couldn't avoid him forever. He had even shouted her name so loudly and called for her desperately.
When had David ever called out for her so desperately like that during their marriage? He used to be cold and unreceptive often. Why had he called for her?
She sighed and stuffed those memories into a compartment in her mind.
Then, she locked it and threw the keys away. She couldn't afford to think about him because it was causing her turmoil again.
She took a calming breath and settled on her work. With it, she could forget everything.
In the evening, when Phoebe was done with her work at the Cafe, she bid Rosset goodbye and headed for her apartment.
Phoebe had a lot on her mind because the Saxon spirit had just given her a herbal tonic recipe which helped in bringing back someone's lost beauty.
Of course, it was not for free. She had agreed to help one of the Saxons in turn, but she had also proposed that it be one of her choosing.
There had been so many misfortunes during the years she lived with them. Now, she knew that they were not coincidences. The Saxons had an enemy whose invisible hand had crawled into their family and started breaking them, one by one.
Little things that went unnoticed, like someone falling off a horse and then becoming paralyzed. Or being caught in a scandal that ruined their reputation. Then there were the accidents, car, motorcycle, bikes, yacht and even simply walking.
Even the deformities in the new born Saxon children. Phoebe remembered how grateful she had been that she didn't give birth to deformed children like other women in the family.
A random thought crept into her mind. They were not David's children in the first place. Maybe that's why they were born normal.
She groaned when she recalled that mystery. If not David, then who was the father of those twins?
She groaned as the frustrating question passed through her mind again. Everyday, she wondered about it.
"Forget it, think about how to make money for now." she convinced herself.
Soon enough, as long as she kept an eye on Ruth, the truth would come to light.
As she walked through the corridor that led to the elevator, she came up with the idea of starting up a small farm to grow the herbs for herbal tonics on a large scale.
Lately the customer base for her products had increased which also meant that demand was high. The products were running out on a daily and she needed to keep up with the demand.
The Saxons were the biggest land owners in Citrus city. Was it inevitable that she would have to go them if she wanted the most fertile land near a water source? She couldn't help thinking that this was a trap ancestor Saxon had laid out for her.
Inside the pendant around her neck, ancestor Saxon was resting with a comfortable smile on her face. Of course it was part of her plan.
Two fates that were meant to be couldn't be broken so simply.
Absentmindedly, she reached a finger out to push a button but another finger beat her to it.
"Excuse me, a smooth voice said."
Phoebe looked up, attracted by the smooth voice which was rich and deep.
She looked up and gasped. Staring at her was a tall handsome man with dark chocolate eyes. He had thick golden brown curly hair which looked like the fur of a golden retriever.
He smiled and Phoebe blinked twice, unsure if she had seen the sun rising or an ordinary smile.
[Wow, so handsome. So so handsome. Is he human or ghost?]
"What?" he asked.
Phoebe shook her head and she smiled back at him before looking away from him. He was human, definitely not a ghost but no matter how good looking he was, it was no use talking to him.
He wasn't the first handsome man she had met after her rebirth but, all of them turned and run after finding out what she did.
Shaman abilities or seeing ghosts was not at the top of the list of qualities most men had when looking for girlfriends.
If golden hair lived in the building, he would soon come to know who she was and what she did and he too would fly away like a bird.
Phoebe and the man entered the elevator at the same time, not saying a word to each other.
Soon the elevator stopped and they got off at the same floor. As she walked to the right, so he followed, almost like he was stalking her.
The slight clicking of his shoes against the floor freaked her out a little bit in the empty apartment hallway. She had learned that humans were worse than ghosts after all.
When she increased her walking speed, his footsteps increased as well, making it obvious that he was after her.
[Pervert, he is probably a handsome pervert. Oh, why do i have to be the one to run into him?]
With her heart beating fast, she quickly jumped to a conclusion and hastened her speed even more.