EIGHTEEN

“Let's get this over with,” Erika says.

“Fine,” Rebecca says.

They both walk into Erika's office; which is on the ground floor near the livingroom.

Walking into the office was privilege on its own. The office is fit for a high-power CEO of a large and profitable company. The President of the United States, will be overwhelmed just putting a toe on the carpet. It's fill with grandeur, gold, jade, rare books, long old desk and custom-made furniture, but its dark and cold. So cold, you can see your breath. The place was fit for a dark almighty god, not a queen.

Olyvia is sitting at Erika's desk as Erika and Rebecca walks in and Erika closes the door. The two women sits in front of Olyvia like if they were sitting in front of Donald Trump waiting to see who's going to get fired.

Olyvia looks at the two women with a stern cold face. She stares at them, waiting for them to break.

Olyvia sees her daughter as the little girl she once was, with so much laughter and happiness. When she looks at Rebecca, she see the runaway slave who helped her care for the household. Life was so innocent back then and so full of life. Olyvia wanted to relive in the past and could forget about the present or future. She wanted her innocence again, the innocent before she was turned into a monster by her own husband. How she wished to turn back time, but it is a lost wish and she has to face the future.

Olyvia was close to 400 years old, but still looks like she was in her 40's with energy and drive, like a 30-year-old. She lived a long and painful life. Coming to the new world on a ship because the Queen Great Britain asked her family to do so. Landing in a primitive land filled with the religious God addicted people and the savage Indians. Just the thought, makes her feel sick to her stomach.

The New World was not like England with its splendor and grand parties. It was more like a place to go to be exiled or to die in those days. At first, she thought her parents displeased the Queen, but found out, it was a promotion into a government type position.

The more she lived in this country, the more she began to love it. Landmark events she remembered like they happen yesterday: The Tea Party movement, 1776, Washington, Slavery, Civil War, all the births of her children, The Great Depression, WWI and II, Women Rights, The 20's, The 30's,The 40's, The 50's, The hippies, The Yuppies, Disco, AIDS, Gay 90's, the births of her grandchildren, Kennedy, Clinton, the first moon walk and the first black President of the USA. She had a long life, but to her it was just a few years. She's still beautiful as she once was, with her creamy white skin, long dark hair and glowing light brown eyes.

“I am tired of all of this. Erika, I forgave Rebecca for her acts and you will do the same. I don't care how you feel about it, you will do it. It's an order. If you decide not to obey, their will be consequences to your action; plan and simple. Rebecca, your family will have to continue to obey Erika's authority and please, for God sakes, control your daughter. Spirit is a loose cannon and can't be trusted. I have heard word, she made friends with demons, witches and the werewolves. Did you know this?” Olyvia asks.

Rebecca is speechless but not surprise. Spirit is wild like a spoiled rich teenage without any discipline and to make friends with the witches and werewolves was unheard of. You can never trust a Witch, even a good Witch because they always turned bad without any warning. werewolves were like pets of the darkness, they did what you asked in exchange for food and shelter. The demons, Rebecca didn't care about because they were best friends with Galvin; which is a demon.

The demons can careless about the Saxton family. They played with the humans of the earth, like they were pets for entertainment. Galvin activities were the same, but he also has a responsiblity to his children.

“I was unaware of the friendships my daughter was making. I will speak to her,” Rebecca says.

“Good. The witches can never be trusted. I wish, we had the Salem Witch Trials today. Each nasty, disgusting Witch will be hung by my own hand. I ate a Witch once, their meat tasted like rotten and spoiled flesh. Disgusting people. Rebecca, I want you to handle it now. If there is no improvement to your daughter's actions, she will be dealt with. Do I make myself clear?” Olyvia asks.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“And Rebecca, I need Earth to spy on Megan. This is an order, not a request. To think about the situation, I also want Fire to look after Max. So, Fire will be staying in New York City and will not be going back to Arizona. She will stay with Erika. When you arrive home, you will mail out her things to New York. Again, this is an order, not request,” Olyvia says.

“MOTHER!”

“Yes. Why so rude?” Olyvia asks.

“Sorry, mother,” Erika says as if she's a child.

“Good, I have spoken. I want weekly reports emailed to me by Earth and Fire. Can we work together?” Olyvia asks.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Good. Rebecca you can go, but Erika, you need to stay.”