We landed in Beirut and called a cab to drive us home. We reached very early in the morning, the sun was still rising. After we got home and rested, my mother gave the company a call and asked to have a word with the manager who was giving excuses to avoid speaking with my parents. He promised to call back several times and he never did.
After a couple of more tries, and him continuing to ignore the calls, my mother told his secretary to tell him that in a couple of days, he was going to have a nice little chat with our lawyer. He thought that she was only using it as a fear appeal so he would answer her, he didn’t acknowledge how serious she was.
My parents are the type of people that would fight for their rights and would not stop fighting till they get whatever that was took from them. So, my father explained to his friend, who in his turn is an attourney, everything that happened and the additional amount of money that the company manager took from us. He asked him to do all the paper work so he would go present them to the manager.
After all the required paperwork to go to court was done, my father said he would try one last time to go and try to solve this problem away from court. He went to the company, and to his surprise another family has encountered the same problem that we have, and they too have come to talk to the manager because he was also ignoring their phone calls. When he knew that my father had a paper that required him to be present at court, he got up from his cozy chair, and out of his warm office, and welcomed my father in a way that if a stranger witnessed he would’ve thought that they are best friends.
He invited him to his office and insisted on offering him a cup of coffee. When my father showed him the paper work and told him that he was going to take him to court if he didn’t return the money back, he didn’t know what to say. It was like his tongue got stuck between his teeth and he couldn’t speak anymore. He then told him that he needs to get the money from Egypt (the main branch of the company is there), and as soon as he receives them he would pay us back. My father gave him a month to return the money back.
Surprisingly, in two weeks time, we got a phone call from him saying that the main headquarters of the company sent him the money and it would be his pleasure if he, personally, visits our house and give them to us by hand. Ironic, right? Of course, we did not accept and we went to the company, got our money, and returned home. I just wonder what happened with the other family…
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