Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

The happy chatter inside the van died down when it came to a halt on arrival at their destination. Immediately, tension began to run through Phoebe’s veins especially when Santos announced that they had arrived, cementing firmly what Phoebe was already aware of.

One by one, they exited the van, Phoebe was the last to do so and immediately the surprises started, the venue was quiet which wasn’t what she expected. She thought that she would be welcomed by flashes from the cameras of the paparazzi but no, the place was rather thinly crowded by founding families that had come to participate in the hearing.

Where is everyone, she asked herself. These were the founding families for crying out loud, a hearing before the council was a big deal. Where were the sneaky individuals with their sneaky phones that were ready to keep the founding lane gossip mill active?

For a moment there her eyes moved around to observe the place where power in Fog country originated.

"Do you know that before elections, the three political parties of this country send resumes on their choices of presidential candidates and the different families choose who to back? Those whose candidate wins, enjoy more benefits for a period of four years, until the next election and the cycle is restarted.

It all happens right here, in a hearing like this one, the patriarchs and matriarchs of different families come in person to cast their vote.

Oh, the presidential candidates even come over, they are brought in through secret tunnels. When they arrive, they present their manifestos before the families decide." Grandma Mayfair told Phoebe.

It was an odd thing to mention at that moment, especially as Phoebe had not asked about it, but it gave her a picture on just how important this council house was. Her mind started to travel, and she suddenly got the idea that the hearing was maybe a bigger deal than she originally thought.

[Okay now i am scared, thanks nana.] Phoebe thought as her eyes continued to roam around.

The architecture of the founding council house was a true testament of authority and tradition. It was a six storied building in the shape of an inverted pyramid that was held up by structures that looked like gigantic steel palms. At the very top of the building was was a statue of a heroic woman holding a shield and a sword, Phoebe shuddered on seeing the marble statue.

It was quite funny to Phoebe that in all the years that she had been married into the Saxon family, she never took time to appreciate this building. She had only been there twice for different balls and after the death of grandma Saxon, she never got a chance to visit again.

Miranda had kept her tethered to her office in the lab like a good working dog, if she was not in the office, she was in the Saxon tower like a prisoner.

"Who is that?" Phoebe pointed at the eye-catching statue.

Grandma Mayfair followed Phoebe’s hand to the statue. "Hmmm do not even get me started, apparently it’s the grand guardian of the supernatural. The one who saved us all during the supernatural war, many years have passed since this war that many of us have only heard about. It seems like it was all a myth, I don’t not know." She whispered the last words.

The spirit chuckled. "Whoever molded that had no talent at all, there is no resemblance."

"You knew this grand guardian?" Phoebe asked inwardly but her question was left unanswered because the Spirit refused to answer.

She did not push it, her father approached her with a serious frown on his face. "We should go in now." His eyes moved to look at his wristwatch. "The hearing will begin in about forty minutes. You need to be briefed about the process."

As soon as they walked into the foyer, Phoebe’s eyes landed on Dorothy Cook, she was talking to a group of people.

Old lady Mayfair’s face immediately soured in anger, "Ooh, speaking of demons, where is the holy water when you need it." she mumbled. "That Dorothy Crook is probably still soliciting for votes even up to now, I really hope that this plan of yours is airtight."

Phoebe was torn between laughing and assuring her grandmother that she had a fool proof plan. Surprisingly, Dorothy Cook abandoned the group she was talking to and marched towards them with her index finger pointed at Grandma Mayfair.

"I know that it was you that spread the gossip about me and my husband being in the swingers club, but the joke is on you Prudence. I am not ashamed for seeking for sexual pleasure, something that you have been starved of because you are a widow. We have open spots by the way, you should try it sometime maybe then you will stop being so uptight....."

Edward stepped in between the two women; his move was to thwart his mother’s hand from coming in contact with Dorothy’s cheek.

"Stop it!" He barked at Dorothy Cook. "If you insult my mother one more time or mention my father’s death so help me God I will break your neck. Word of advice Dorothy, you better control your emotions unless you want to be kicked out of this hearing." Edward shoved her away and signaled for the security guards to come over.

The Saxon spirit was holding Andre back meanwhile, he was ready to kill someone.

A sarcastic chuckle came from Dorothy as she raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, Alright. Let’s see who gets the most votes at the end of the day." She smacked her lips and marched away. Her index finger signaled the group to follow her, it was obvious that they were her supporters.

As they reduced in number, Dickson and his mother came into view. He smiled slyly and winked at Phoebe before heading inside.

"Pheebs sweetheart don’t worry about anything, we will deal with whatever the outcome will be." Edward jolted her lightly by the shoulders.

Phoebe nodded once. "It’s okay dad, I am fine."

David showed up and he immediately made a beeline for her, separating from his family. Not even a second later, everyone else was instructed to go inside and sit, except for Phoebe that had to stay behind until she had been summoned.

It wasn’t long before she was called upon, on entering inside, Phoebe’s eyes open widely as they shifted from one corner of the room to the other. The hall was densely populated with members from the founding family seated on rows of wooden polished benches facing each other. Phoebe was led to stand at the center, surrounded by the seven throne like empty chairs. Before she could process what was happening, the big wooden doors at the fore front opened and seven people entered lead by Rex Chapman.

"Those are judges of the founding council, there are ten but you need seven for a hearing." The Saxon spirit explained as they walked through the central aisle and settled in their seats.

Murmurs echoed softly when the last member of the council appeared, it was grandpa Saxon. Nobody thought that he would be attending the hearing, he had not been at a founding council related event in years.

Phoebe sighed in relief when she saw him. Her eyes moved to David who nodded once and smiled faintly.

"You have got this." He mouthed at her.