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Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 576: Slap the ghost.
As much as they disliked Obed, most of the people in the room were nearly giddy. Finally, an opportunity to understand the bizarre funeral routines of the Montgomery's had come. Old lady Mayfair was ready to record this conversation so that she could gossip about it with her friends.
Phoebe was not sure how the conversation would go so she cast a spell on the phone, preventing it from recording. One of these days, all this gossip would end up getting them sued.
Maureen theatrically cleared her throat, the sound slicing through the quiet office. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "Rituals! what rituals? Is there more to the funerals than burying your dead in plain coffins made out of oak tree and the weird humming? Personally, what I find strange is how big they are! I mean does your family send your dead off with gold and silver to pay the judges in the afterlife?" Her words were crowned by a melodious laugh.
Rubbing his nose once with his curved index finger, Obed let out a quiet sigh. "You think that this is funny Maureen? Why is it that you are unable to take anything seriously?" He asked, voice still calm but sharp. "You know what, laugh all you want as long as you help me. I do not want to be buried but cremated instead. Now will you help me or not." The steel in his tone reflected the demand in his words.
The spirit studied him. "He's desperate and scared, something much bigger is going on here." It voiced what it noticed.
"Can you fucking get moving!!" Obed bellowed, startling everyone in the room.
"Woah,woah,woah. Do not raise your voice here sir! remember that that it is you that floated in here seeking for our help and it is not the other way round so be polite to us. We will help you on our own terms especially after we get some answers. You cannot expect us to just walk into an unknown situation blindly." Phoebe frostily told him, her glare sharper than her words.
From the looks everyone was giving him, they did not approve of his behavior. If they could, they would have thrown him out already.
Obed quickly raised his hands like a criminal surrendering. "I apologize, please it is just that I will be buried today." A jolt of panic sent his gaze flying to the wall clock when it struck ten. "I do not have much time I will be in the ground by lunch, please." He begged desperately, the words barely audible.
Phoebe did not know if ghosts could tremble, but Obed was trembling. The fear he was exhibiting, you would think he was going to hell or something.
"He is right about the time of burial; in fact, I was heading to the Montgomery family house before the Baltimore's strolled in here." Grandma Mayfair informed them.
The Saxon spirit gestured at Phoebe to get up. "Look I don't like this guy because he is an entitled piece of crap, but the job is the job. Our job is to help ghosts Pheebs, he is a ghost in need of urgent help."
Phoebe picked up her bag from the desk. "In that case nana we best get going then, we don't want to be late for the funeral." She paused suddenly and looked at Obed. "If I do this for you, I want you to answer all the questions that I have about your family truthfully." She offered him an irresistible deal.
Nodding his head, Obed quickly agreed. "I promise, just make sure that I am not buried. Steal my body if you must." A snap reply flew off his tongue.
"Promises are debts to fools." Phoebe spoke; she was not taking his word for it. She got one of those contracts for ghosts that the Saxon spirit had drafted for her. "Sign this slavery contract, if you fail to fulfill your part or lie in anyway then I will place a shamans curse on you and keep you here as my servant for eternity.
Being a guardian, I am sure that you know what that means." Her words came as a warning however, by the time the last words came out of her mouth, the contract vanished into flames with Obed's signature on it.
Maureen clapped furiously, blinking back happy tears. "That is my girl, you have learned how the world really works, nothing is given for free. Ghosts can be manipulative too; they hide facts to get their way. Like him, even though he is desperate Obed is not telling us everything that pertains to this matter. I don't like it." She twisted her lips.
"I agree, I don't like it either. You cannot trust anyone from that family, not even with a contract. Montgomery's cannot be trusted to honor their words." Rekha spoke through pressed lips.
Phoebe's gaze moved to the ghost that wore a deep frown, directing it at Maureen and Rekha that were hindering Phoebe from helping. "Look guys I know that we don't like Obed, but the job is the job, the spirit is right we have to get moving." She looked at Obed, "Is there something that you are hiding from us? You don't have to unload all your secrets from your soul, but you should give us something small to make these guys trust you." She urged him.
Phoebe was sure that Maureen and Rekha would not move unless Obed offered something important.
"We are not going to become body snatchers without knowing why." Maureen insisted.
Old lady Mayfair poked her forward and added to Maureen's words, "I actually concur with Maureen. Phoebe you will not just be marching in there as an ordinary shaman. With that identity, you will not make it past their gates. You are going to the funeral as a Mayfair and whatever you do there, it is going to be seen as something done by Phoebe Mayfair, not shaman Phoebe."
David put a hand on Phoebe's waist, urging her to stay put as well. Relationships between founding families were complicated. "You have one minute to talk or vanish."
Obed's head tilted forward, slumping in surrender. "You have to save the girls that will be placed in that coffin with me." The confession erupted from him, scorching every ear in its path.
Trembling with fury, Phoebe reeled back and slapped the ghost hard enough to snap his head to the side. "Fucking idiot! That was what you were supposed to begin with!" She yelled at the stunned ghost.
"I felt that!" Was the reply that came from Obed.