Sunday, 30 September 2018
The true horror stories in modern Paris part 90
A French lawyer working as the assistant of my regular lawyer was assigned my case against Mme. Landlord. He would naturally be bias as I was his client, but still the genuine shock on his face was enough proof that Mme. Landlord had behaved without honor according to the French standards. My lawyer was even more disgusted because he had once spent hours calming the nerve of Mme. Landlord when the restaurant from Hell was winning. Who paid for the expense? Me, of course. But I arranged it as a gift from me to Mme. Landlord because she was a dear friend of mine…at that time. I had expected it would cost me one-hour legal fees, but Mme. Landlord took the advantage of my offer and consulted my lawyer for her own business too. My legal tab was for 2 hours and more. However, I was still happy when I paid for it that my French lawyer was touched by my generosity and loyalty.
However, Mme. Landlord has chosen to abuse my trust and even extract more money from me. My French lawyer was indignant that an aged woman who was a grandmother of many grandchildren should have chosen to exploit a migrant young enough to be her daughter. In hindsight, he was puzzled that Mme. Landlord who started with a few words about my plight by the hand of the restaurant from Hell, the two hours legal consultation soon disintegrated into how much she despised the restaurant that had depreciated the financial value of her apartments. She was adamant about kicking Mr. Pride and his restaurant from Hell and for that she made use of my suffering…and my money. I was once grateful that my rent was lowered for it, but my lawyer immediately suspected that Mme. Landlord would collect the difference after the restaurant was out of the building. She has tried this method before with Jupiter. She allured him into paying for renovating her apartment and then terminated the lease and demanded compensation for the damage. This way she could sell her apartment, now done up in a modern style thus more sellable than before, with no expense on her at all.
My lawyer suspected Mme. Landlord would repeat her antics with me, so his legal letter to her covered many grounds. Mme. Landlord made a mistake of having consulted her own problems with my lawyer, leaving a legal record that she had knowingly benefitted from my lawyer. My lawyer demanded a counter compensation from on all the hours of legal fees. My painting labor alone would have cost Mme. Landlord 5000 euros had she employed a professional. My lawyer halved it out of good faith. He wished to demand her for the injury on my wrist because it has affected my career and would continue to do so in future, 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. Landlord.
While he was finalizing his legal letter, Mme. Landlord bombarded me with her emails demanding me to do the right thing and observe the harmony among the neighbors. Her hypocritical words resembled that of Mme. Harmonie of the restaurant from Hell. No wonder Mme. Landlord detested her. They were birds of a feather. To be continued.