Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 361: Teaching a lesson.

It was business as usual at the supermarket which gave Phoebe a hint that Shark and his team were not there yet which was not a surprise because she lived close to it compared to where Shark was coming from.

For a while, Phoebe hung around outside, waiting impatiently but her patience run thin and eventually, she decided not to wait. Rather than wait, she figured there would be no harm heading inside to do her own investigations. Even though Reid had said his death was an accident, the police would have questions.

They would have to ensure that he was not pushed deliberately or poisoned or even tricked into climbing to the top of the refrigerators. The supermarket itself would probably be closed for a while because a dead body had been in there for so long, who knew what other health risks were hiding inside.

Phoebe looked at the glass doors and she sighed; a lot of founding families were going to be very unhappy if the closest and most convenient supermarket was closed.

She opened the doors and looked around, there were countable people inside being that it was a Monday morning. She made a beeline for the closest check-out counter which Reid pointed her to.

Sylvester and Reid were moving with her, one ghost at each side. Connie was still spending time with Collin, her brother, America was at the orphanage with Diana and the Saxon spirit was in the space.

"Good morning." She greeted politely although the young man behind the counter barely gave her any attention.

"That’s Tom, he is naturally rude especially on Mondays so do not mind him." Reid shook his head; he had warned Tom countless times to work on his attitude towards customers but obviously he was still the same.

Tom could be a bit of a drama queen, especially when he was getting over a hung over after drinking a little too much over the weekend.

Phoebe’s lips made a sarcastic sound. "He won’t have a job for long if he keeps it up."

Her words caught Tom’s attention as he heard them as clear as a gunshot. "What did you say lady?" Tom eye’s glared at her, daring her to repeat what she had just said.

Now that she had his attention, she introduced herself in her full glory. "I am the shaman Phoebe Mayfair; you are probably familiar with my face unless you do not follow the gossip blogs in Fog country." She waved her hand in a dismissive way. "Where is your manager? Is he in and if no, what time will he be arriving?" She quizzed.

Tom let out a short laugh, one intended to mock Phoebe. "I know who you are I just do not care, why do you want to speak to the manager? You can tell me." His fingers positioned the plastic name tag that was attached to his T-shirt. "I am the supervisor, I basically run the entire supermarket now." He lifted his chin proudly and folded his arms. "If you are here to complain, fill out a form and leave your phone number, we will get back to you as soon as possible."

"Since when? He doesn’t deserve that position." Came Reid’s submission of shock, he was clearly disappointed by the development.

"Miss shaman the manager’s office is over there, just ignore him." He pointed at a blue door that was positioned at the extreme corner behind the diary aisle.

Phoebe flicked her fingers. "Thanks for nothing Tom, I have a feeling that I will not be seeing you here next month. It was nice knowing you." Her voice was laced with loud sarcasm.

She successfully infuriated Tom and made sure to ignore his threats as she made her way to the door. To refrain him from stopping her the ghosts held him in one place.

"What is going on? what’s happening to my feet." Tom yelled drawing attention to himself, the louder he screamed the crazier he looked.

On reaching the office, before she could knock on the door or attempt to go in the door swung open. Phoebe saw a bold, short man in a green sweater vest with the tag that had the word ’manager’. He faced her and stared at her quizzically, his hands fondling the bunch of keys in his hands. She could tell that he had been about to go, and she was bothering him which made him unhappy.

"Great, you must be the manager." Phoebe pointed at the name tag.

"Can I help you with something?" The manager shifted his attention from Phoebe to a screaming Tom. "Oh, for God’s sake, what the hell is going on!" He excused himself so as to sort out the situation.

Phoebe followed after him, she gestured at the ghosts to let him go, he had embarrassed himself enough. Sylvester made sure to push Tom forward, he stumbled and tripped over his feet, falling down.

"Tom, what the hell are you doing? You better give me a good explanation as to why you are creating a scene or else I am firing you right now?" The manager’s displeased eyes looked at him.

He looked around at the customers that were looking their way curiously and smiled, trying to assure them that all was well.

"Why are you making a scene you idiot?" he hissed at Tom.

Tom had just picked himself up and he was looking around with a look of confusion in his eyes. "I...I do not know, I couldn’t move my feet."

He tried to explain but the manager only sneered, he was not Tom’s biggest fan.

"I cannot believe that the boss made you a supervisor, you can hardly handle yourself let alone handling other workers. I will write a report about this." The manager spoke with pursed lips.

A chuckle came from Phoebe. "I told you that you won’t keep a job for long." She commented.

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Her words only infuriated Tom who pointed at her with accusing eyes and anger. "You did this!" His eyes searched for the manager whom he reported to. "That lady interrupted me when I was working, she said that she is a shaman, and I told her that I know but I need to work. She did this to me because....be...be..." Words failed him, he could not say that he was rude to her otherwise he could be in more trouble.

He also didn’t want to say that she had said he would be fired which infuriated him and resulted in his first scream. His manager was a deeply superstitious person, if he heard that he would definitely act on it.

"Cat caught your tongue?" Came a voice from behind Phoebe.

She knew the voice, so she didn’t turn around unlike everyone else, the police had arrived, and Shark was on the scene.

"Detective Shark, CPD." He flashed his badge for the manager to see.

"And I am detective Phoebe, CPD." Phoebe flashed hers for a fleeting second.

"D...detective?" Tom gasped for air.

What the hell were two cops doing in the supermarket so early in the morning? Both Tom and the manager knew for sure that it was nothing good.