Phoebe drove herself and grandma Mayfair to work in the brand new yellow car. The new car sll was just as sweet as that of new bank notes. She humd happily all the way to work.
Upon arrival at the cafe, grandma Mayfair made herself busy behind the counter imdiately. They had received ten large orders and they had clients waiting for coffee and pastries.
Phoebe and the ghosts helped as well and in less than hour, they handled the morning rush then continued handling orders.
At around nine, the doorbells chid and in stepped a woman that Phoebe recognized imdiately. There was no way she could ever forget the cruel Miranda Saxon, not even if she was reborn a thousand years later.
She had no smile on her face, but a cruel smirk which indicated that she had not co to play. Phoebe could sll trouble wafting off of her from a distance.
Miranda took off the black glasses that she was wearing, her eyes moved around, gauging the cafe's worth and judging by ugly her expression, she was disgusted by what she saw.
Phoebe placed the rug which she was using to wipe away coffee stains from the counter and moved to where Miranda stood.
With a blank expression and cold eyes Phoebe welcod her just like an unwelco client.
"Welco to the Black Ghost Cafe, how can I be of assistance to you?"
Miranda studied her from the head to the shoes.
"You've got to be kidding !!! Of all the fine won that he could get he picked you!" She rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Red hair, you must be the infamous Phoebe Gabriel or Hopkins whatever. Follow to the Swiss Restaurant uptown so that we can have a talk in a more civilized setting." She began to walk away but stopped and spun around. "Oh and by the way bring one of your creams to revitalize my skin. Sothing that will restore my youthful looks." She continued to waltz out of the cafe all high and mighty.
Phoebe wasn't surprised at all by the woman's behavior. In the past she had dealt with that nasty attitude and temper when she married David. In fact, it was so much worse than this.
Phoebe wasn't going to allow anyone step on her like a rug in this life. She had plans for Miranda as well, the woman had to learn that there were people on this planet that valued self respect more than money.
"I don't know what Robert saw in her." The Saxon spirit shook its head disapprovingly.
"Judging by her words, she wants to talk about David, she looks like she would make a troubleso mother in law. On the other hand Collin Baltimore's mother adores you." Connie expressed her opinions with a look of intense disgust as if she had personally been entangled with Miranda at so point.
Her words were not well received by the Saxon spirit which warned her. "I am the reason you are here Connie, it will serve you well to keep that in mind."
Phoebe turned around and went back to work, working on two human clients. On wanted to know if he was being haunted and another wanted a good luck talisman because he was attending his tenth job interview the following day.
After about an hour, Miranda Saxon stord back into the cafe, she was heaving and furious.
"How dare a pauper like you make wait for an hour? Do you know who I am?" She barked like a hungry dog.
Without pause, she moved and sat at a table in the corner near the door. Then she went ahead to strip her hat and shades off, with her hand she began to fan herself.
Phoebe chuckled because the heat she felt ca from a fallen star that the Saxon spirit was holding over Miranda's head.
"Why is this place so damn hot? Turn the AC on imdiately." Her gaze moved from Phoebe to Rosette who did as the custor wanted.
Phoebe moved and sat opposite her. "Start talking, I don't have all day."
Miranda's eyes flew wide open. "How rude? How can you talk to an adult this way young girl? You have no respect at all, what the hell did David even see in you? I don't see it."
Phoebe laughed and remained silent.
[Respect is earned you wicked witch.]
The thought was as bold as it could get and Miranda read every word.
"Witch, did you just call a witch?" she scread.
Phoebe frowned a little puzzled because she had thought about it but not shared her thoughts loudly. In this case, she could deny it comfortably.
"Lady, are you crazy? With which ears have you heard say the word witch?"
[Witch, witch, wicked witch, lazy eyed witch, queen of the witches.]
Miranda gasped and squinted her eyes just to be sure about what was happening because Phoebe's mouth was not moving but those words were there above her head. What did it an?
"Am I seeing things because she is a shaman?" Miranda muttered.
She cleared her throat and straightened her back. "If you are making read that because you want to scare off then you have another thing coming. I would not be Miranda Saxon if little things like that scared . I have seen much scarier things before."
Phoebe frowned for she had no idea what the woman was yapping about. "Talk Miranda, I have ghosts to deal with." Her voice was raised.
Miranda's mother flew open as she wondered how the girl knew her na, she then rembered that Phoebe was a shaman. Her eyes moved around as if in search of the ghosts.
The heat, the weird words above Phoebe's head, the ghosts and her rudeness all served to anger her. She wanted to leave as soon as possible so she coldly stared at Phoebe and slamd her hand on the table.
"Stay away from my son!!! I don't want you to date him, stop clinging onto him because I will never accept your relationship. Aren't shamans supposed to be pure or sothing like that? I heard that won like you are married to the spirits you serve or sothing. I just want you to stay away from my son you gold digger!!!"
Miranda held her nose in the air, her almond shaped eyes narrowed when Phoebe let out an ear piercing laughter.
Grandma Mayfair who had co from the back of shop was eavesdropping, she knew the visitor quite well but she never imagined that Miranda was so an. She was impressed to see Phoebe pushing back strongly.
"Who told you that I was clinging onto him?" Phoebe quizzed. I don't want your son talk more of loving him. It's him you should tell to leave alone Miranda. He has been following like a puppy in need of affection so I decided to let him. You Saxons think that you defecate gold or sothing. You are nothing special I can assure you." Phoebe smirked and looked back at Miranda with contempt.
"What? How can you....this is why I told him to go after Ruth Mayfair instead of soone below our status. You clear don't understand what it ans to be a Saxon in Fog country. You dupe people for a living and above all you co from a poor back ground. You have no place with us, you cannot be a Saxon so listen up.
This is a cheque of two million take it and go far away to a place my son can't find you." She tossed the paper across the table.
Phoebe picked it up and read it, her upper lip curled upwards.
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