By the way, I must mention that whenever Hala called me, she used to get confused about where I live, the amount I was owed, the last transaction that was supposedly made to me etc etc. Could never keep her stories or details straight. It often made me think she had lost it. But now I realise that she was probably confused because she was trying to con many people at the same time with the same bunch of excuses and it was probably becoming tough to keep track. In one of her mails, she told me she had purchased ipads for my kids (I don't have any) and I was really baffled. They were probably for your kids, I am so sorry :):). In hindsight, I'm finding this really funny though it wasn't at that time.
Yeah, I left out a lot of details. One of the last times she called me to promise her "chauffer" would be bringing my money to me was around 1:00 AM local time. About 3 hours later, my phone rings again:
"What can I do for you, Hala?"
"Oh, Charles! Sorry...sorry...sorry..."
As was the case about half the times that she called, she sounded extremely "groggy" (let's say it was just groggy to be as polite as possible about it...although it sounded very much the same as when she called after her two different supposed "surgeries" when she was obviously doing her best to sound zonked out on her pain medication). Just to recap: Surgey #1 was the time that her "sister" emailed using Hala's IPad saying she was in Cromwell Hospital for gall blader surgery. I called Cromwell and they had no patient by her name or by the corrected name her "sister" provided when I mentioned that afterwards. Surgey #2 was the sinus surgey she had in NYC at a hospital she couldn't name after which she had to stay in bed recuperating for 2-3 weeks in the penthouse apartment in a "Trump building" whose address, street #, and phone # she didn't know. She claimed to be in NYC for about a whole month without being able to find out where she lives because she "hardly ever goes out." Her response to being challenged and told that she's obviously nowhere within a thousand miles of NYC was to say that she was in "the Trump building right opposite Central Park" and "Ask the company where I am if you don't believe me." I have all this nonsense on tape if she ever refutes it here.
The last time she called me was to complain about what I'd said here (and in my last email to her) about her probably living in a mud hut with a coat hanger for a TV antenna and an electrical cable running through a hole in a window screen tapping into the electric pole in a Cairo street (or something like that). That was the last I ever heard of this international jet-setting professional business woman who lives in "penthouses" and who has a "chauffer" on call 24/7 but who obviously needs our money more than we do.