My Roommate Used A Fake Lawyer To Evict Me And Got Me Fired. He Didn’t Realize I Found Proof His Girlfriend Had A Secret Apartment. Now They Owe Me $45,000.
Reclaiming My Life
I think about it for maybe 5 minutes. Then I tell Craig I’ll accept it. He starts drafting the acceptance and settlement agreement that same afternoon. The settlement documents arrive a week later. I read through every single page with Craig. The written admissions are detailed and unambiguous.
Harrison was not a licensed attorney and had no authority to make legal claims or threaten eviction. Sienna never established legal tenancy at my apartment because she maintained her primary residence elsewhere and never intended to make my apartment her permanent home. The text messages used to get me fired were fabricated and doctored to make me appear threatening. The entire eviction threat was based on fraudulent legal claims made by someone impersonating an attorney. Brock and Sienna knowingly participated in this scheme.
Every single thing they did to me is admitted in writing and signed by their attorney. I take the documents to a notary public and get multiple copies notarized. I make five copies total and store them in different locations: one in my apartment, one in a safe deposit box at my bank, one with Craig, one digital scan in my email, and one physical copy I keep in my car. Nobody is ever taking these away from me.
I write a long letter to my parents explaining everything that actually happened. I attach copies of the settlement documents and the written admissions. I mail it certified so I know they receive it. 2 days later my phone rings. It’s my dad. I can hear something different in his voice immediately. Guilt.
He apologizes for not believing me. He says he’s sorry for siding with Brock without hearing my full story. He explains that Brock was very convincing and seemed so reasonable, but seeing the legal documents and the admissions makes it clear that I was telling the truth the whole time. My mom gets on the phone and she’s crying. She says she’s sorry for abandoning me when I needed them most. She keeps saying she should have known better, should have trusted me, should have asked more questions.
I don’t tell them it’s okay because it’s not okay. What they did hurt me badly, but I tell them I appreciate the apology and I’m willing to work on rebuilding trust. The relationship isn’t magically fixed. It’s going to take time, but at least now they know the truth.
The next week I call my former employer and request a meeting with Melody in HR. They’re hesitant at first, but I mention that my attorney, Craig, will be sending them some documents they need to see. That gets their attention. The meeting is scheduled for the following Tuesday. I show up with Craig and copies of the settlement documents.
We sit in a conference room with Melody and two people from HR. Craig does most of the talking. He presents the written admission that the stalking complaint was completely fabricated. He shows them the settlement documents proving that Sienna created false evidence to damage my employment. Then Craig hands them a letter threatening legal action if they don’t correct my termination record. My firing was based on fraudulent evidence. If they don’t fix my personnel file, I will sue for wrongful termination.
The HR representatives look uncomfortable. Melody won’t make eye contact with me. They ask for a week to review everything with their legal department. 5 days later I get a call from HR. My personnel file has been amended. Instead of showing I was terminated for cause, it now shows I resigned voluntarily. They’re providing a neutral reference letter that confirms my dates of employment and says I’m eligible for rehire. It doesn’t admit they were wrong, but it removes the black mark from my record.
I don’t want my job back anyway. I’ve already found better work through the temp agency connections Hank set me up with, but I needed my record cleared for future opportunities.
3 months after the attorney ambush that nearly destroyed my life, I’m still living in my apartment. Brock moved out 2 weeks ago. The place feels like mine again. I used the settlement money to pay down my credit card debt significantly. I’m back to having savings. My family relationship is slowly healing through weekly phone calls. My employment record is cleared.
I learned that some people will exploit any weakness they can find. But I also learned that fighting back against fraud is possible even when you feel completely powerless. The apartment feels peaceful now. I’m sleeping through the night without panic attacks about becoming homeless. I won. More importantly, I survived.
