Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

A lot of questions swirled up in Phoebe's mind like one, why did her father go out of his way to help Rekha so much? She was not his illegitimate child, that was for sure. If she was, the Saxon spirit would have sensed it. What kind of relationship did he have with Rekha's parents? Two, which founding family had discarded one of their own so cruelly, a child for that matter? Founding families were the type to raise even their bastards because they could afford it. Rekha was a little child, yet they turned their backs on her when she needed them the most. Thinking back on her own miserable childhood, Phoebe could only imagine what suffering Rekha had endure. Emotional assault from her relatives, the feeling of being rejected over and over. It was like being killed over and over again. She knew because she had also experienced it. Her finger flicked away a tear from the corner of her right eye. She was aware that it must be a hurtful topic, so she did not pry into that and decided to move on with questions that mattered like her father and the academy. A small voice in the back of her mind questioned whether her father would have cut her off too if she joined the academy against his wishes. She shook her head and sighed, chasing the thought away. "So, Rekha did my father ever tell you more about why he hated the academy so much? Does it have anything to do with my grandfather's death?" Phoebe asked. On asking, Rekha stiffened. "I am sorry, I cannot talk about that because I made a promise to your father not to talk about it with you. In fact, he told me not to discuss the academy at all so do not ask because I will not answer you." Her voice was smooth yet stern and unyielding. Phoebe was not so surprised to hear that response, it seemed to be the answer with everyone she asked. But Rekha knew something, and it was best to keep her around and wear her down with time. Eventually she would reveal the secret. If using a truth telling talisman on Rekha was possible, she would have done it immediately. Unfortunately for Phoebe, most individuals associated with the academy had talismans that blocked their senses from being controlled by third parties. "I am not surprised, just do not tell him that I asked." A faint, dry smile curled up her lips. "In fact, if you are to be in my circles, you cannot tell him about extra-curricular activities. You are to be loyal to me as you are to him, and I sniff that you are his spy then I will have no option but to let you go. I will not just let you go; I will make sure to end whatever relationship exists between you and my dad." Phoebe voiced threateningly. Rekha sighed heavily, she could see that Phoebe had changed and she was no longer the soft young woman she used to be. This mission from her uncle was going to be harder than she initially thought. Edward had instructed her to report to him on Phoebe's dealings, and Phoebe was instructing her to do the opposite. Nonetheless, she nodded because at least she had a foot in the door. "I will do my best to share as little as possible and make it look like you only help ghosts." Satisfied with that, Phoebe announced that she had a place to be. "You can go to wherever; we will come up with a schedule that we can go by. I will send it to you in a text or you can come to the cafe when you have time, and we can work out training hours." She picked her phone and stood. "No,no,no it is better to learn in the field, my cases or your cases I do not care which so we are stuck with each other unless I am summoned by the academy. I make my living like you, handling supernatural cases for whoever is paying me and right now, uncle Edward is my employer. We are stuck together for as long as it takes." Rekha's eyes bore into hers, unyielding. "Let us go, you said that you have a place to be which means that we have a place to be." She walked ahead of Phoebe and slid the door to the side. "Boss." She joked gesturing for Phoebe to step out first. As they left the restaurant, Phoebe glanced at Rekha sideways. "Are you sure that you want to follow me? Aren't you busy with Ravana's minions at work, running around to free their master?" She casually asked, she still had her reservations about trusting Rekha. If she blurbed about how dangerous some of her cases were to her father who knows what he might do? Lock her up in a tower like Rapunzel. Rekha's steps halted; she spun to gaze at Phoebe. "You know about Ravana! How? I mean what do you know? That is like top secret information at the academy." Confusion pooled in her eyes. A chuckle came from Phoebe, the sound was loud as it was sarcastic. "I thought you were not supposed to talk about the academy with me, if my father hears of this you might land into trouble." Phoebe hailed for a taxi which parked in front of her. Rekha entered the car with a gloomy face and Phoebe laughed. "I am kidding Rekha, loosen up! Anyway, I do know about your ancient demon, a lot more than you I believe." She jutted her chin upwards with pride. Rekha released a loud scoff, one that insinuated that she did not believe Phoebe. Maybe She figured that maybe Phoebe had heard the name from a ghost in passing but there was no way she knew about Ravana. "Where are we going?" She asked. "To the Silver nation, let me just find out where Andre is." Her brother had a habit of hiding the painting sometimes. Their mission was important, lives were at stake. She called Andre who informed her that he was already in her office with the painting and a rather impatient aunt Maureen. "Why are we going to Silver nation?" Rekha probed. "Work." When they got to the cafe, Phoebe introduced Rekha as a new part time employee and friend. "She will be helping around from now on." She bounced on her feet slightly. Rekha cast her a side glance, one that disapproved of her words. She was not on board with being made to serve coffee and cakes. "The more the merrier." Grandma Mayfair smiled warmly at the new addition. One whose name and pictures she had seen before. She was the little girl her son had raised after the death of her parents. One day, he just stopped mentioning her. Phoebe's eyes roamed around the cafe, she saw Sabrina wiping the tables with one hand and expertly carrying a tray with two coffee mugs in another. The girl was adjusting rather nicely. Of course, she was using magic to balance that tray, but Phoebe just walked away and entered the office. Inside, Andre sat in her chair holding onto the painting like it might escape. Aunt Maureen sat in a couch casually turning pages of a magazine. "Finally." she said in a happy voice, when she Phoebe.