The human leech would not give up-True horror Stories in Modern Paris part 27

EPISODE 27

With my left hand only, I emailed Mme. HARMONY to apologise for having broken her tap. I offered to replace it as soon as possible, but first I needed to accompany my mother because she was too fragile to travel alone. I managed by tipping whoever was willing to carry our luggage because my wrist had lost its mobility. 


Once on the plane, my mother started to cry and blamed her for my injury. It did not make sense, but she revealed that she was feeling better after three days of rest. However, she pretended to be still ill, so I would leave her to fulfil my promise to Mme HARMONY to paint her apartment.   My mother had sized up Mme HARMONY to be a sinister character who would spread slander about me if she did not get her way. My mother was worried that her slander might ruin my chance of befriending other decent neighbours, so she chose to sacrifice her last chance to see France and stayed alone in my room. Little did she imagine that Mme HARMONY would be so mercenary that she would abuse me to the point my wrist would snap in the cold chilly apartment. Soon, my mother and I cried on the plane bound for Japan.   


Our misery was not over. When I landed in Kamakura and turned on my computer, a message had come from Mme. HARMONY sending me a bill for a new tap, which is more expensive than her old one, and the installation fee. I did not reply. She would 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 also be paying interest. She, the hyena/human leech, was shameless after my money, 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. Not to the Asian Boss, but his decent French subordinate.


My lawyer would naturally be biased as I was his client, but the genuine shock in his voice was proof that Mme HARMONY had violated the French social codes. 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 decided 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 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 leech. 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 many times. She aimed to spend my ink cartridges instead of hers, but her permanent address was known to my lawyer because of her action. 


Mirror that reflects your soulWhile my lawyer prepared his legal letter, Mme HARMONY bombarded me with her emails demanding me to do the right thing. This came 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 civilised enough to pay for the mistake. The man, who knew nothing of the sacrifice my mother and I made for the leech, advised Mme. HARMONY to teach me a French lesson I would never forget.

I remembered the time when she painted Jupiter (her tenant and victim) as a wrongdoer and made me sit next to her as she accused Jupiter. I was unwittingly putting pressure on Jupiter while Mme HARMONY was the one extorting him. This time it was this male friend she had pulled into her scheme. By forwarding his email, Mme HARMONY informed me of her friend's email address. I duly sent him a copy of my reply to Mme HARMONY informing her that the legal letter that listed all her misconducts was on the way. A copy 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. The buyer was a young Italian woman hindered by transport problems and was late for the contract's finalisation. 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 same amount she demanded of me to pay to replace her old tap. This was the side this hyena aka human leech 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.

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