Unloved Soulmate

Chapter 7: Revenge

“I said leave me alone this useless ghost" Freya continued to groan.

“Sorry I am just on the phone” Freya apologies to a passenger who thought she was going mad talking to herself.

“Stop! It is not funny” Freya murmured to Trace who is behind her.

“Ooh don't you know is rude to ignore someone who is trying to talk to you” Trace smirk at her.

The young businessman who just steps into the bus caught Freya and Trace attention and they bought paused and glared at her as she made his business call while on the bus.

“Yes! Exactly! Yes, I told him j won't accept anything less than 30,000. Great Britain pounds Sterling of course I mean.” The businessman answering on the phone.

“Hmm! This life self! The person you want to talk doesn't want to talk to you. It is the one you don't want to talk to that will be looking for your attention. What can of stress is this!” Trace worried and walk away from Freya in the bus.

“Really? a wire transfer? I will have them call my banker and do the transfer. Don't be so barbaric. I mean is ridiculous, absolutely preposterous.” The businessman yelled to his callers on the phone then suddenly his phone was pulled out from his ear. Trace had gone behind him to take off his phone and third it off the bus window so that he can stop distracting Freya with the money call but no one knew who took the phone off his ear because only Freya can see Trace.

“My phone! My phone! Who took my phone?.. Ooh Okay, you all want to see a mad man acting right? It is alright will see to it”

The businessman pulls off his sunglasses in his pockets and dragged the nearest passenger on his neck requesting for his phone.

“Did you take my phone? You took my phone. Where is my phone?” He jerking his neck while holding him tightly.

“Don't allow me injury you, leave my neck alone”

Everyone began to clamouring as chaos broke in the bus.

“Perfect” Freya whispered to herself.

Freya took the opportunity to begin to pick passengers pocket and bag, taking off their phone and wallets.

“Stop it! Stop it! What are you doing?” Trace yelled at her from the driver corners where he went to stand after throw away the business man's phone.

Everyone kept shouting for the fighting to stop. Trace tried to call the owners of the phones and wallet to attention over what Freya was doing to them but no one could hear him except Freya.

“What are you doing? I said stop!” Trace continued to yell.

Freya continued to pick their pockets and phones until she was satisfied before getting off the bus. While she got off the bus Trace stood at the entrance door scream at her for stealing from people Freya ignored him as usual because only she could her Trace voice and see him.

Trace had no other option than to get off the bus with her and he began to chase her. He wanted to find out why she had to steal from people.

"Come back here" Trace groan

“What is it?” Freya asked him frowning.

“What do you mean by what is it, you just stole from all those people”

“Please spare me that talk for another day, you this broke ghost if you don't have $18million just clear out from my way”

Trace got more worried about Freya and all. the insults she is raining on him.

“Is that all that matters to you? Just because a stupid house your Dad left before his death for your family. How much of the $18million do you think you cay make from those people you took their hard earn money from who board public transport every day” Trace scolded Freya.

“Ooh, you think they don't need money too? Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! You just want to be forming that you are a big girl” Trace said with a smirk.

“See, whatever you call yourself. My father died for this house and I will be damned to let the bank take it from me just like that, not after his hard work. Someone will just enter your life and be talking nonsense of something they don't know about. Why don't you just go back to hell because you are so stupid to have come from heaven” Freya immediately left Trace and heals for her destination.

Trace knows his argument with Freya didn't change her mind about him. He got worried and thinking of what to do next to win her heart or even to help her get the money she is looking for to pay back the bank.

Freya was heading to the office, it didn't take such a long time before she got there but this time she went straight to her bosses office.

Freya got to his office and began to know at her bosses doot that morning.

“Please who is at the door? Come in” Mr Melvin replied to Freya.

“Good morning Sir” Freya greeted

“Goodmorning Freya, how may I help you? have you seat”

“I just want to ask you something, it is something of a personal matter,” Freya said while standing because she refused to have a seat in her bosses office.

“Hmm, Okay”

“Sir, I...” Freya pausing and clearing her throat before continuing her request.

“Sir I consider myself to be one of you valued employee because I have to work awhile in your organization…”

“Freya! As you can see I am in the middle of a busy task. Spit it out” Mr Melvin interrupted Freya

“Okay, Sir….Hmm, Sir, I will like to humble request a salary advance” Freya said with a straight face.

“Hmm, Salary advance?” Mr Melvin reiterated.

“Loyal employees and their advance, how much of salary advance will. like to have, Freya” Melvin asked starting at Freya with his finger biting his jaw.

“Seven…”

“Seven what? Seven months have you put off your mind Freya?”

“No, not really..what I was trying to say Sir was seven-year” Freya gasped

“You said seven years? Is that right? That is what you said”

“Yes Sir” Freya replied

Mr Melvin was infuriated and shocked he began to drag at his shirt to loosen up his necktie to get some air.

Freya just stood in front of her bosses perplexed and hoping she he will get him her request.

“Sit down” Mr Melvin asked Freya

“Okay, Sir" Freya beamed with joy and drew one of his office seat open as requested by her boss.

“Seven years? Not seven months” Mr Melvin asked Freya again chuckling.

“Yes Sir, seven years” Freya replied.

He pulled open his desktop fridge and got some wine, pop it open..."Will you like to have some drink?" He asked.

“No Sir, I am fine”

“Ooh really you are fine” He poured the wine and in a glass cup and sipped from it. His face grimace from the sour taste of the wine.

Freya just kept glaring at him, expecting his next positive response.

“Whoo!” He screams and clears his throat..“Do you care? Sorry, you said you don't need some”

Mr Melvin closed the wine bottle and pushed it aside from his table then turned to Freya.

“Freya!” He called at her with a straight face taking off his sunglasses and rubbing his palm together.

“Sir” Freya responded in great anticipation of getting positive feedback from Mr Melvin.

“You are a Neanderthal! a Nicompoop! and an imbecile!” He yelled at her

“And So Sir, should I just assume that the seven years can't work?”

“Boom!” He s****s his table with his fist “Get out of my office! Get out of my office, nonsense. Hiss” Me Melvin picks back his sunglasses and got back to what he was doing before Freya came I to interrupt him with her silly request.

“Aha!” Freya screams as she ran out of her bosses office. She went office her boss office sorrowful over all her boss said to her. Then Trace suddenly appeared in front of her.

“Hello!!” Trace greeted with a manly voice.

“Hey please not now I am not in the right mood for your plays” Freya reprimanded him.

“Look I am sorry for what I said” Trace pleaded

“It doesn't matter my boss has turned me down, I don't have the money which means I will probably lose the house” Freya lamented.

“Come on, you still have 10 days. You still have me” Trace tries to assure Freya.

“ And you are you the broke-ass ghost I have weber known, so?" Freya yelled with an angry replied. She didn't like it when Trace said to her 'you still have me'.

“Hey! hey! Hey! You…” door opening interrupts Trace from completing his reply as he turns around to see who just came into the general office.

The loud sound of laughter from two girls who just wanted the office.

Freya had to try to hide her reaction from them so they will not laugh at her.