You just sent your men to paint my damn house??” I snapped.
Gary looked flustered. “I’m sorry, ma’am.
We had no reason to doubt them.”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. “Well, now you know.
And you’re going to help me make this right.
This is beyond unacceptable, and someone needs to be held accountable.”
The manager’s temples beaded with sweat. “Absolutely. We’ll cooperate fully.
We had no idea.
This should never have happened.”
I nodded. “I want your workers to testify in court.”
When I filed a lawsuit, the Davises had the nerve to counter-sue, claiming I should pay for the paint job.
Unreal. Pathetic.
In court, the painting company’s workers testified against them.
My lawyer laid out how the Davises had damaged my house and committed fraud by impersonating me.
The judge listened intently, then turned to the Davises.
“You’ve stolen her identity and damaged her property. This is not just a civil issue but a criminal one.”
The Davises looked like they’d swallowed lemons. They were found guilty of fraud and vandalism.
They were sentenced to community service and ordered to repaint my house back to yellow, covering all the costs, including court fees.
Outside the courthouse, Mrs.
Davis hissed, “I hope you’re happy.”
I smiled sweetly. “I will be when my house is YELLOW again!”
And that’s the tale of how I took my revenge.
Sometimes, standing your ground pays off. What do you all think?
