Freelance I guess you never got your money either.
Nope. Unbelievably, she did start calling me again and emailing more promises after complaining about what I wrote here and saying none of this is "for public consumption."
Just a few more entertaining bits of nonsense from this wealthy professional globe trotter:
She's supposedly been in NYC for almost a month now...in a luxury Trump penthouse apartment.
The "chauffer" got the money from the bank but then it was unavailable again because it was "in the safe."
Still has no idea what street this "Trump building" is on or what the address is...after being there for a month in the penthouse her family owns.
No idea what her local phone # is even though I told her to just dial 1-800-444-4444 to get her number automatically from any NYC phone.
Since then, she couldn't pay me because she was bed-ridden for 2 weeks after her "sinus surgery."
No idea what hospital she had the surgey in.
Hasn't left her apartment all this time...she has "people" with her who just bring her junk food. (I asked how she eats.)
She didn't want to give me her "chauffer's" phone # or to give him mine even with my permission. She said she'd have to give him her phone to press redial to reach me on her "locked" phone because my number is "none of his concern." He never showed up. I know, shocking.
Since I told her I'd just come get my money in person and only need her street address, she's adopted the same exact pattern of excuses ("first thing tomorrow," "I'm sleeping," "I'm in the middle of a paragraph, you know how that is," etc.) that she relied on to avoid giving me those mysterious "verified codes" for that superdupersecretsecure "Category 4" Money Gram transaction that Money Gram's representatives said doesn't exist.
Of course, most of this nonsense is preserved on tape in case I'm ever challeneged about it and I'll just post some audio files for everybody's amusement.
My last email to her:
"Hala, the time has come to either give me your address and local phone # as promised many many times so that I can pick up my money or just finally admit that you're really nowhere near NYC and that you have absolutely no intention to pay me another dime.
No point to verbal reassurances...actions speak louder than words. You're not in the middle of a paragraph, you're not sleeping, and you're not "not reading" this either. If you're in NYC, there's no plausible explanation for any of this. To anybody of your purported means and professional success, what you owe me is pocket change and nothing worth all these emails and phone calls.
If you're really in NYC, you could have dialed 1-800-444-4444 and given me your local number in 30 seconds...less time than it took to email response like "does that work for cell phones?"...you supposedly have a round-the-clock "chauffer" available to you...who's never available. I've given you a car service that knows exactly where I live 1-212-923-1111 and offered to pay your round trip fare from my money...and you've supposedly been in NYC for almost a month in a luxury apartment your family "built" on a Trump building with no idea what street you're on or what hospital you had surgery in. You could just step 10 feet outside your building and hop into one of the 20 yellow cabs that passes every few minutes and give the driver my address...if you are really in NYC
Enough with the nonsense already. Pay me or just admit the obvious truth that you need my money more than I do, that you've never set foot in any Trump property in NYC or you'd know how ridiculous it is to say anybody built a penthouse on top of one, you've never even met a "chauffer", but you enjoy this stupid game for some inexplicable reason to any normal person. You're really in some shack in Egypt next to an old TV with a wire hanger for an antenna and you have some need to pretend to be something you dream of being to a stranger you don't know except as somone on a long list of people you've ripped off in a small-time fraudulent operation. Let's be done with this nonsense already instead of playing this game.
And please don't bother pretending that you had any intention to pay me today before this email unless you want to prove to me that you're in NYC by calling me to tell me that from a 212 number. any other response besides your address or a call from 212 will do nothing but confirm my image of you and your wire hanger TV antenna using this game to feel better about yourself and your life. At least know that nobody really believes Any part of the image that you think you're presenting to the world of people who don't know you personally. I know exactly what you are...and what you're not, except in some fantasy life you've invented to keep a lousy $500 or $1000 that you need desperately."
Needless to say, I'm not expecting any kind of response other than her supposed taking such offense that she's "now" decided not to pay me after all.