Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: The crazy emergency client.

It was the answer she had been hoping for and grandma Saxon lit up. “It’s a double date then, I’ll see you and David there.”

She rushed away before Phoebe could change her mind, forgetting to set a date.

The way she moved when she was rushing was funny to Phoebe. It looked a little bit like a duck when it was awkwardly running from something.

She did not leave the office, Phoebe stayed and decided to tackle some cases because she had six clients waiting. The first one in was an older gentleman that appeared to be weary. His eyes were red, like he had been crying for hours.

“Hello, please take a seat and tell me how i can help you.” Phoebe said, handing him a candy from one of the good ones meant for Connie. “Did you recently lose your dog?”

She asked because a ghost dog had followed him. He was not the first client to come to her after losing a beloved family pet.

“Giggles.” The man responded.

He showed Phoebe a picture of the dog on his phone. It was a beautiful golden retriever with a pink bow next to the right side ear.

“She was a show dog, won five prizes in her prime. Ever since she died, i have been having a hard time sleeping at night. I hear her barking and whining, it’s like she is right there. People think i am losing my mind but i swear, she is here, i can feel her.”

Phoebe looked at the dog that was laying at the man’s feet.

“Tell him to burn all of the dog’s favorite toys and pour the ashes in the urn containing Giggle’s ashes.”

As usual, the Saxon spirit was right there to play advisor. Phoebe relayed the same message to the the old man and he left.

The next client walked in, and the next and soon, she was finished with the human clients, two of whom wanted to speak to a dead loved one. Lately, clients with such requests made up sixty percent of her clientele. Some she turned down and others she accepted, depending on what the Saxon spirit detected.

Not all spirits were good, sometimes it was best not to wake what was on the other side.

Phoebe was about to get up and leave the office when the door was opened by a gust of air and a ghost breezed in.

It was a female ghost in a red suit and high heels, she looked well put together for a dead person. Without waiting, she sat down and crossed her left leg over the right one and then looked at Phoebe with a calm expression.

The way she was acting, it almost seemed as if this was her office and not Phoebe’s.

“You do not have an appointment.” Phoebe leaned back in the chair and stared pointedly at the ghost.

“I am an emergency client.” she answered.

On the wall of Phoebe’s office was a round red light that was used to signal emergency client. Usually, Phoebe would abandon her clients human or ghost and handle the emergency when that light went off.

The light had not gone off, meaning Rosette had not approved of this client.

“I don’t think so.” Phoebe shook her head.

The door was opened suddenly and Rosette rushed inside, huffing and puffing.

“Where is she? Boss, I told her that she could not go in but she threw down all the to go coffee cups and then sneaked inside when we were cleaning up.”Rosette pointed at the ghost and accused.

“It’s okay Rosette, you can leave.” Phoebe responded.

Rosette gave the ghost one last pointed glare that communicated her anger and she left, slamming the door shut a little too loudly.

Phoebe winced slightly and turned to the ghost. The woman still looked unbothered and she was looking around Phoebe’s office casually.

“I have rules, you broke my rules.” Phoebe said.

The ghost floated up towards the painting of a little girl in a yellow dress, playing with a blue ball with a big grin on her face despite being surrounded by a dark fog.

“This painting screams isolation, loneliness and emptiness. The little girl looks happy but she is not, you can see the emptiness in her eyes and surroundings. If you own the painting then you must feel a connection to the little girl, you have experienced loneliness, or you are still experiencing it.”

She floated back and sat down, taking the opportunity provided by Phoebe’s silence to study her face.

“You are quite young for a shaman, how long have you been seeing ghosts and when did you start to accept the fact that you are different from ordinary humans? Is that why you had a possibly lonely childhood? Were you the little freak on the playground that other kids would not play with?”

Phoebe scoffed.

“What are you, my therapist?”

“Bingo! i am a therapist, i am___ or was a doctor, a psychologist at the Sanderson mental wellness institute. I heard that doctors are given priority and i am one. Like i said, i am an emergency client.”

Phoebe sighed, her hands were tied, she had to help.

“Who are you and what do you need help with?”

She got her pen and notepad and clicked her recorder then waited for the ghost to open up.

The woman leaned forward and smiled cunningly, one side of her lips was slightly higher than the other.

“Have you ever killed someone?”

Phoebe froze for a second and clicked the recorder, turning it off.

“No.” she answered.

The ghost shook her head and laughed. “You hesitated, so maybe you have not killed but your actions have resulted in death somehow. Tell me, what is it like, do you sleep comfortably at night? Have you ever wanted to actually kill someone with you bare hands?”

Phoebe immediately thought about Ruth, her face jumped out so eagerly from her memories.

The ghost stared into Phoebe’s eyes and a subtle sly expression formed on her lips.

“There it is, a murderous intent in your eyes. Someone must have pissed you off so much to evoke such a desire in you. What stopped you from going through with it? Is it the law or a sense of morality?

Phoebe’s face lost all softness and her aura had a sudden shift, becoming frosty. She was not in the mood to play games with the female ghost.

“I am not in the business of discussing my personal affairs with ghosts and strangers. If you do not need my help, get out.”

The ghost maintained her confident demeanor and she smiled as if all was still okay.

“I am asking because i need you to do me a favor, i need you to kill someone, one of my former clients.”

Just when Phoebe thought the conversation between her and the ghost could not get anymore bizarre, it did.

“It’s a child, he is thirteen but i can assure you that he is the greatest evil i have ever come across. If you have a great sense of morality, you will fail and i don’t want you to fail. I need someone that is not afraid of the law either, someone that understands that this death is for the greater good….”

“Get___out!” Phoebe exploded.

It was not just her voice that exploded but some of her energy too which brought some things in the office crushing to the floor, including the painting.

“I….” the ghost continued but Phoebe would not hear it.

“If you do not get out i will send you to the deepest puts of hell directly right now.” Phoebe threatened.

The ghost floated up slowly, calmly looking at Phoebe.

“You say no right now but soon, you will say yes.”

She vanished into thin air and Phoebe fell back against the chair.

“What a crazy wench.” she muttered.