Mon mari m’a demandé de payer 80 € par jour pour utiliser notre voiture – le lendemain, Karma est intervenu
"Qu'est-ce qui s'est
J'ai cligné des yeux. "Vous quoi ?"
"He needed it. His car's in the shop, and he had an early shift. I figured…" He stopped himself, exhaled hard. "It's my car."
The words still hurt.
"And?" I said.
"You what?"
"And he got into an accident."
La salle semblait s'incliner. J'ai saisi le dos d'une chaise pour me stabiliser.
"Quel genre d'accident ?"
"Nothing major. No one was hurt. But… the other car was damaged. The police were called. Insurance got involved."
I folded my arms.
"He got into an accident."
"Okay."
Daniel frowned. "That's it? Okay?"
"What do you want me to say?"
He pushed his chair back and stood. "The insurance company called this morning. Since the car's registered to me and Mike isn't listed as a driver, they're saying coverage might be limited. Or denied."
"The insurance company called this morning."
J'ai attendu.
"They need paperwork. Statements. There's a claim dispute. And the other driver is already calling about repairs."
I nodded slowly. "That sounds stressful."
"It is stressful," he snapped. Then he lowered his voice. "I don't know what to do."
That was the moment I struck with surgical precision!
J'ai attendu.
J'ai sorti une chaise et je me suis assis.
"Eh bien, puisque c'est votre voiture, c'est votre problème, non?"
He stared at me.
"That's not fair."
I tilted my head. "Why not?"
"That's not fair."
"You know how this stuff works. You've handled insurance before. You know who to call, and what to say. I don't."
« Alors maintenant tu veux mon aide ? »
— Oui, dit-il, sans hésitation. "J'en ai besoin."
J'ai pris une respiration.
For the first time since yesterday, I felt like I had solid ground beneath my feet.
"I need it."
Daniel, on the other hand, had no idea what was coming.
"Je peux aider. Je connais le processus. Je peux passer les appels. Je peux régler les documents et parler à l'expert. Je peux probablement minimiser les dégâts. »
Il soupira de soulagement. "Merci."
"But it'll cost you."
His face dropped. "What?"
Daniel had no idea what was coming.
I met his eyes.
"$80 a day."
He laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. "You're joking."
"You said access costs money. Time costs money. Wear and tear. Stress. Expertise. This will take time. Phone calls. Follow-ups. Maybe days. And I'm very good at it."
"You can't be serious!"
"You're joking."
"Daniel, yesterday I needed the car to pick up our daughter and my mother from the hospital. You looked me in the eye and told me that didn't matter. That fairness meant charging me."
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Alors maintenant, tu as besoin de quelque chose de moi. Et l'équité compte encore."
