The old woman turned a leech-True horror in the modern Paris part 38
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.'
EPISODE 38
My wrist had lost its mobility because of Mme. HARMONY’s mistreatment of me, but I knew by then that she had not a single sympathy bone in her to feel anything for my injury. So I did not reply to her demanding emails. She would just have to wait till I returned to France. However, I underestimated her depth of avarice. She wrote to warn me that if I did not pay for her old tap immediately, I would be paying interest as well. She the hyena was after my money shamelessly, just like she pursued Jupiter, the sympathetic gay tenant, for his money. Very well, I would pay. Not to her, but to fight her. I placed an international call to my French lawyer in Paris.
My lawyer would naturally be biased as I was his client, but still, the genuine shock in his voice was enough proof that Mme. HARMONY had violated the French social codes as well. My lawyer was indignant that a grandmother of many grandchildren should have chosen to exploit an immigrant young enough to be her daughter. He was disgusted that Mme. HARMONY chose to ruin my mother’s last chance to see France by taking her daughter away to do free work for Mme. HARMONY so that she could enjoy her coming holidays without a worry.
My lawyer drew up a legal letter that covered many grounds, but the focal point was my painting of her apartment. This work alone would have cost Mme. HARMONY 5000 euros had she employed a professional. My lawyer reduced it to 3000 euros because I was not a certified professional and wrote to Mme. HARMONY that he would advise me to pay for her old tap and the interests in exchange for her paying me for the painting I did.
He wished to demand compensation for the injury on my wrist because it could affect my career, but as I left France immediately after the injury to accompany my fragile mother back to Japan, it would be difficult to prove the liability of Mme. HARMONY, lucky woman. But at least, I asked the legal letter be addressed not to the apartment she was selling, but the one she lived in herself. I knew the address because Mme. HARMONY had made me print her documents and deliver them to her place so many times. Her aim was to spend my ink cartridges instead of hers, but because of her action, her permanent address was known to my lawyer.
While my lawyer was preparing his legal letter, Mme. HARMONY bombarded me with her emails demanding me to do the right thing. This was coming from the woman who took something without asking every time she entered my apartment. Mme. HARMONY had the nerve to send me emails she had exchanged with her friends accusing me of wrongdoings. She had painted me as an ignorant Asian who entered Mme. HARMONY’s apartment and broke her water tap but was not civilized enough to pay for the mistake. The man, who knew nothing of the sacrifice my mother and I made for She the hyena, advised Mme. HARMONY to act harshly towards me.
I remembered the time when she painted Jupiter (her tenant and victim) as a wrongdoer and made me sit next to her as she reproached Jupiter. I was unwittingly putting pressure on Jupiter while Mme. HARMONY was the one extorting him. This time it was this male friend of hers she had pulled into her scheme. By forwarding his email to me, Mme. HARMONY informed me of her friend’s email address. I duly sent him a copy of my reply to Mme. HARMONY informing her of the legal letter that listed all her misconducts was on the way and a copy of it would be sent to her friend should he insist on being her legal advisor. She would tell her friends that I lied, but the record of her soliciting my lawyer for legal advice without my consent was one proof she could not escape that implicated her.
Mme. HARMONY no longer persisted, but she got the money for her old tap from the buyer of her apartment. How? The
buyer was a young Italian woman who got hindered by transport problems that
she was late for the finalizing of the contract. Mme. HARMONY demanded compensation for her
time wasted. The buyer called it
extortion and I asked the Italian woman how much she had to pay Mme. HARMONY. It was about the amount demanded of me to pay
to replace her old tap. This was the
side She the hyena showed to the foreigners and the minorities while acting
generous and modest towards her Parisian acquaintance as Mme. HARMONY whose
favorite phrase was living in harmony with others.
As my mother had foreseen Mme. HARMONY spread slander about me to everyone in the building. She even contacted my real estate agent to advise him to kick me out, but his other tenants had complained that Mme. HARMONY was a spiteful old hag that her slander was ignored. So I flew back to France after my doctor who was treating my wrist allowed it provided that I did not write nor draw much. My blog was to remain stagnant for two years because I needed my wrist to do my work for living. But at least She the Hyena was gone. I walked down the corridor, past the door to the basement storage…and gasped.