Nevertheless, it did not worry me anymore
because after Mme. Landlord received a legal letter from my lawyer demanding to
check her smartphone for the records to back up her claims that she fell off
from my ladder while she attempted to take a call from my insurance company on
my behalf, she did not even show up to the designated meeting. This shuttered my last hope that the
insurance company may still have called her after leaving a message on my
mobile. Mme. Landlord did not even try
to explain herself to my lawyer, nor did she offer to pay back the medical fees
she had wrongfully received from me. Any
illusion I may still have clung to about her having some integrity was no more. I should rename her as Mme. Harmonie, the
senior. She was always preaching about ‘living
in harmony with friends and the weak’ which impressed men and the gullible like
me. The truth was that the weak had to
do as she demanded and and if the weak had money they had to pay her up in gratitude.
However, in order to avoid confusion, I shall continue to refer to the hyena as Mme. Landlord. She thought I would meekly
pay her for the flashy new water tap which would have cost me far less than a legal
letter by a lawyer. To her surprise I
opted to leave a legal record of her behaviors because by then I had learnt that she would
lie through her teeth to play a victim. Her sweet singing voice saved for gentlemen. Sure enough she spread the slander about me and had the nerve to send me
the emails she had exchanged with her friends accusing me of wrong doings. The man who knew nothing about the sacrifice
my mother had to make so that I would paint the apartment of Mme. Landlord,
he advised her to act harsh with me in his email. Did she not think that giving me his email address
was a bad idea? I duly sent him the copy
of my legal letter. Of course, Mme.
Landlord would insist that it was all lie, but the legal fee in France is steep. No one has that kind of money to spend on
lies. At least, I did not hear his
advice again.
All I wanted was the big old leech to be
out of my life. I am not angry because
her French friends do not fair so well either.
I remember the time when Mme. Landlord made me and a man (another
gullible fan of hers) move a discarded mattress that had been laid in the
garbage room for weeks, to the guest room of her apartment. I was horrified. ‘You are not going to let your guest sleep on
it? The rats were seen there running around!’ She was not fazed at all. ‘A clean sheet would hide it.’ Then I knew she would lie to her French
friend that she went out of her way to purchase the mattress for him.’ I did not miss anything but ceasing to be her
acquaintance.
I am not above wishing for a revenge, but I do not carry it out because moving on is far more important. However, in this case a revenge
was done without me lifting a finger. My
lawyer offered to reimburse Mme. Landlord for her old water tap in
exchange of the reimbursement for my labor painting her apartment. Of course, she would calculate that the tap costs
one tenth of what my lawyer demanded, so she backed off. But I know her greed would be in pain for
months wrestling over the new tap fees she could not squeeze out from me. Just like she was writhing nearly a year over
her failure to take more money from her former tenant Jupiter. Her agony was tangible. His real estate agent stepped in to shield
Jupiter, and my lawyer had to step in to shield me from the big leech. Sadly, my wrist will never regain its former
strength, but I must take the responsibility of having a bad judge of
character. Revenge is about shifting all the blame onto the other person, but one's stupidity is not
plausible either, unless you are a still a child.
To be continued.

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ReplyDeleteYou need to check that with Google+.
DeleteDid they not announce that GOOGLE+ will be closed?
DeleteShe would win the prize for worst landlady in the world.
ReplyDeleteHer tenants are not her only preys.
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