The true horror stories in Paris-Part 3; 現代パリの本当にあった怖い話第3

‘I am so sorry this should have happened to you,’ said my councilor as she closed into me…again, her disturbing habit.  But in my weakened stress, I almost wanted to believe her sincerity. 

‘How much money does your father keep in his bank account?’

I could not assess her question immediately.  ‘Huh?’  The woman continued firmly.

‘How much is your father in Japan worth?  As his only child, you can invest his money for him.  Let’s move all the Japanese Yen in your family over to France.’ 

Those were not her exact words, but a summary of her proposal, but her next phrase, I write here word for word.  ‘It is time you deposited your money to this ‘fund’ I have been recommending to you.’  She had shed her usual demureness and was now commanding down to me like a cult guru.  Any other Japanese would have capitulated and I am afraid her other clients had, but I was forged in American school and Australia.  I snapped out of my distress and ‘You see my misfortune and the first thing you talk is Money?  Is that a standard at where you came from?’  The councilor was genuinely surprised by my resistance and sheepishly responded, ‘well, since you lost some cash to the pick-pocket thief, I thought it would be nice if we make it up by gaining interest on the funds I recommend…’ 

Her shamelessness rendered me loss for words, but instead I glared at her with as much contempt as I could muster up.  My councilor backed off for the day, but ever so thick-skinned, she started calling me repeatedly from the next day.  The name of the manager of the branch was nowhere to be found on the bank site for Japanese clients.  Needless to say my Councilor would not tell me his details, but she should not have underestimated the power of English, even in France.  Her other Japanese clients obviously did not have it, but I had a command of English.  In the end I managed to locate the details of the branch manager. 

 To be continued to part 4

同情を装いながら彼女は近づいてくる。また距離が近すぎるのだが私は盗難のショックで気が弱っていました。突然彼女は日本の父の財産額を聞いてきたのです。意味がわかりませんでした。彼女はねっとりと続けます。「お父さんの預金を移して、私とあなたで管理しましょう。そう私がかねてから勧めているファンドにいれて。そうしましょう!」 

最後は命令でした、どこぞやの教祖様みたいに。並大抵の日本人なら押されてしまうでしょうが、私は海外の荒波に一人でもまれてきた苦労人。なめられちゃあ困る。「あなた、人の窮地につけこんで商談ですか?」私の反撃に驚く彼女。疚しそうに「だってスリでお金なくしたからファンドの利息でもうけたらハッピーじゃないですか?」 

余りの厚顔に絶句した私。だが私の剣幕に彼女も一旦は引きさがるが翌日からは執拗に電話攻撃です。私は支店長の仔細をサイトで探しましたが、日本語サイトには記載してありません。どうせ日本人は支店長に連絡しないであろうということか?だが私は英語とフランス語ちゃんぽんと残りは気合で受付に直訴した。面倒な関わりを嫌うフランス人が一瞬黙り、それからパソコンで調べてくれたのです。銀行の支店長ともなればフランス人でも英語は堪能である。同郷の人間の弱みにつけこむ外国崩れへの反撃開始です。続く にほんブログ村 海外生活ブログ フランス情報へ
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