Corruption of justice-the true horror stories in Paris part 27

My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.


Then puzzling incidents followed one after another.  As a rule, if a restaurant in Paris got caught more than 3 times breaking the regulations of public health the authority would suspend the restaurant for one month.  Well, the police had already caught Mme. HEART 5 times in act.  However, the restaurant from Hell was still open.  The police would have reported her case to the authority, but oddly the report was ignored.   Furthermore, my trusted Major B who had been sympathetic to my case could not be contacted anymore.  As if he had been transferred elsewhere.   It could only be explained if that man existed…

There was one group of people Mme. HEART whose society she craved for and would turn her charm full on.  The elites.  She boasted of being chummy with famous food critics, but they were nothing compared to one powerful man.  Mme. HARMONY and even the neighbors from the next-door building would lower their voice saying, ‘we must be careful because of Mme. HEART is friends with Monsieur….you know, who crumbled the justice.’  It was like the scenes from Harry Potter where people avoid pronouncing ‘voldemort.’  It takes a lot for the talkative French to clam up.  Who the hell was this man? 

The universe soon answered me.  The restaurant replaced its menu with an upscale menu.  The expensive ingredients like foie gras, truffle, and caviar were on the printed menu and it was displayed on the glass façade for all the world to see.  The readers would remember that Mme. HEART started out with Asian-French cuisine, then it was Spanish tapas, then it was Vietnamese snacks, and then back to a French bistro.  Now, she was aiming for a Micheline star-type restaurant?  What shocked me was that Mme. HEART was actually working as a waitress among the staff.  Again, what the hell? 

One evening, I saw a middle-aged man with the air of self-assurance dining at the restaurant served by Mme. HEART, visibly nervous.  I did not see his face, but the back of a man reveals more when you are not distracted by the manipulative words or the facial expression which can be faked with a strong mind.  However, not one’s back.  It reveals one’s true state of mind and even one’s class.  I sensed power, but not empathy…hypocrite, yes.  Moreover, this man did not want to be there.  Most likely, Mme. HEART had something on him, like an inconvenient secret.

Mirror that reflects your soul
And then out of blue, Mme. HEART sold her business!  We were all shocked because what idiots would buy such a troublesome restaurant currently marked by the police?  Unless someone ordered the police to back off to give Mme. HEART time to find a sucker who would buy the restaurant in mess.  I would have to deal with the new buyer, but for the moment I was just sooooo grateful that I had survived that woman!

You might wonder why I was not disappointed that Mme. Empathy did not get her uppercomance.  First, I had not expected any because this is not a movie, but a true story in the real life.  Secondly, it was all those men who had bent the rules and morality to indulge her for her beauty ever since she could remember.  What young woman would not be affected by that?  What woman would even think of doing the right things or playing by the rules after such easy rides?   I felt no anger despite I had a close encounter with death because of her, intentionally or by ignorance.  She regarded me as a forgettable Asian, but surprise, surprise, I never thought she counted for much either.  

So farewell to the woman whose desire was to have fun at the expense of other people.  She would look at you as if you were her prey.  Out of fear you feel compelled to please her as she chats you up as if you are special.  But the moment you contradict her, those eyes will widen up with a fierce glare.  But would it work on her new lover?  The new buyer later told me that Mme. HEART was looking for an apartment to live in with a younger man.  Remembering the antics the finacé of Ms. EMPATHY got up to while living in her apartment for free, things may not go as well Mme. HEART as she hoped.  Here are the details of Ms. EMPATHY’s situation in case you don’t remember. 

The true horror stories in modern Paris Part 23

The new owner, I shall call her Miss GRATITUDE, sent a letter to every resident and every landlord suggesting to form an amicable relationship.  No one replied, except me.  I felt sorry for the woman who had been lied to and invested her savings into this dodgy restaurant permit.  If she would agree to insulate the ceiling of the restaurant, I would have loved to drop my lawsuit against the restaurant for her sake.  Unlike Mme. HARMONY who was after the permanent closure of Mr. PRIDE’s restaurant, I simply wished for little more silence.  With this high expectation, I went to meet the woman with Mme. HARMONY.