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Well, at least I've had some good replies from my email.

Firstly, I had a small email from the lady I deal with at the real estate company that manages the car park.

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Sorry to hear about your ordeal Random. 

I will make some enquiries for you and certainly relay your
email to the directors.
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Then I got another one from the Director of the company.

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Appreciate your comments. Will do what we can to
help you.  I will ask June to follow up.

The good part is I am like you a “peasant” however I can
tell him I own 80 parks because royalty have to sell to me
to maintain their lifestyle.

There is justice in this world if you wait long enough.
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So, hopefully I'll get somewhere.

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paradigmshifty
Dec. 8th, 2006 12:47 am (UTC)
The director sounds like a real person instead of a legal/PR machine which is a good sign :-)
nicked_metal
Dec. 8th, 2006 01:28 am (UTC)
Sometimes, it's good to be wrong :) I'm glad I was wrong.
lukeii
Dec. 8th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
Haha! Love it!

BTW: I don't know how, but you broke my friends page with this entry.
halloranelder
Dec. 8th, 2006 04:06 am (UTC)
I know what I did, and it's been fixed now.

The <pre> tag stops it doing automatic line breaks, and that's what I used to quote their emails. So, I put in my own line breaks, and it should be fine now. :)
ozisim
Dec. 8th, 2006 08:23 am (UTC)
:(
mine still broken...
My screen is only as wide as the
"I will make some enquiries for you and certainly relay your email"...
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