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Chapter 2: The Client
When we arrived we found Holly and George sitting on the couch discussing what seemed to be a case. They both looked up as we entered the room. "Where have you two been, it's almost dark" Holly cried glaring at us from her place. Even now, with that angry look in her eyes she still seemed to hold an air of superiority which no one, not even Lockwood could compete with. Holly and I had a very interesting relationship, we had started off by hating each other, but had come closer and closer at being friends. I still sometimes found myself staring at her trying to place my finger on what made her so beautiful.
Before I could reply to her though, George had plastered a cheeky grin on his face and was saying, "Come on Hol, whatever it was that they were doing probably was related to a case, if you know what I mean?" he asked smirking at my and Lockwood's expressions. And that was George Cubbins. The slightly chubby, annoying boy that would do research on you just so that he could find your twisted secrets and laugh at you about them. He may have not been the best at fighting Visitors, but his powers of research and sifting through libraries had proven to be very helpful in the past.
My face was flushed as I replied somewhat defensively, " Lockwood and I had just gone on an evening stroll. That's ALL George."
"Yes, George, do get your mind out of the gutter" I heard Lockwood add right next to me.
"Of course Luce, of course," was all he said, giving Lockwood and I a wink and thumbs up before getting up to get more cake. I huffed as I left the room annoyed by the way things had turned out.
"Lucy, a client has come," Lockwood called to me from the door. A client this late? I thought, it was almost dark and usually all of our clients came to us in the early morning. I climbed out of bed trying to tame my hair as I pulled a black jacket over my clothes. I walked down the stairs, I could hear the voice of a lady and a man talking animatedly with Holly.
"Hello," I said as I entered the room the clients were in. The clients were a tall middle-aged woman with dark olive skin that went with her dark as night hair, her neck was draped with shining silver and gold necklaces that were really hard to miss. Besides her sat a man who was a bit plump, he wore an impressive suit that radianted the idea that he was really important. I sat down besides Lockwood listening in to what they were talking about.
" Yes, the ghost," the man said in a deep voice, " She seems to be a very powerful one, all she does is walk around the hallway, nothing very threatening really, we don't even go there anyway, it's only the servants that do. I rather don't mind housing a ghost, it's just that the servants won't go down there now that the ghost has been… more active." I felt my fists clench as I listened the man ramble and ramble on about how he'd rather this and rather not that.
"How long has this been going on, may I ask?" I heard myself saying through clenched teeth.
"Oh heavens it's been months I expect," said the lady with a high pitched laugh. Everyone joined in at once, but I was the only one that couldn't.
"Oh, and you think it's okay that your servants might get ghost touched, or even worse, oh I don't know, DIE?" I asked with a huff.
"Girl, you don't know anything about the servants, or how fortunate they are to be under my wing. Now if I were you I would shut that big mouth of yours before you lose the job for you and your boss." The man said glaring at me, I glared back with that much force or more. My fists were still clenched and I was fighting off the instinct to punch the guy in the nose.
Lockwood sighed and dipped his head towards me, "Lucy, can you please hold it in?" he asked gently. Then, after he slowly reached for my clenched fists and tried to get them undone. A swooning sensation filled my stomach as I loosened up.
"Ehm!" came a sound that appeared to have come from the woman.
"Yes?" Lockwood replied plastering that polite smile on his face.
"I would rather like to get on with the haunting," the woman bit out curtly. Lockwood nodded and let go of my hand taking the papers and looking at the rest of the information. I sighed it was good while it lasted. " We should get going now dear," the man said, beaming at Holly.
"We will see you off," replied Holly with an equal smile on her face. We all got up at once following Holly and our clients to the door. George opened the door while Holly gave the clients a hug. This is weird, I thought as the couple took turns kissing Holly on the cheek.
"I forgot to ask," I said abruptly, "What are you names?"
"We are Mr. and Mrs. Munro darling" the lady replied as if it was the most obvious think in the world.
" Are you Holly's parents?" I asked.
"Of course, darling," The lady replied clearly thinking I was daft or something. "Oh honey, before we go," Mrs. Munro chirped, "I wanted Anthony Lockwood to know that he has our blessings to continue his relationship with my daughter,"
"Relationship?" I asked, something was evidently not right.
"Oh, have you both not told your other team members?" Asked a giggling Mrs. Munro.
"Oh mum!" Holly cried, "It's nothing to serious yet, right Lockwood?" She turned her head to smile at him with that sweet smile of hers.
"Um-" Lockwood said as Holly put her finger on his lip, shushing him.
"You don't have to say anything Lockwood," she said in a seductive whisper. George quietly placed a hand over my chest, watching all of this as if it were a net drama. His hand was stopping me from attacking the stupid girl that stood in front of me.
"Alright dear, we better leave," the wicked lady cackled as she and her husband shut the door. I stood there glaring from Lockwood to Holly, this was going to be a long night
