GreyHill: Crimes of Ineptitude

GreyHill is so inept as to be criminal. They have no interest in putting any real money into the "distressed" properties they buy beyond the purely cosmetic because they have no plans to stay. They are parasitic invaders posing as property managers. They couldn't manage a lemonade, so when tenants at Green Oaks in Ballston Lake suffered for six full days without power and the summer rains caused four inches of  flooding in the first floor units because the antiquated septic system and its faulty construction, of which GreyHill was on notice of and for which I was evicted, could not handle the output of building 19 under dry conditions, let alone torrential downpours, their negligence was directly responsible. 
GreyHill bought our place in a fire sale, overpaid by a million, and dispensed with formalities like an inspection. Must be because of their "local market expertise." So when shit water regurgitated itself into my hallway with regularity, like it did with my neighbor, and the laundry room, the GreyHill Fabrication Machine churned to life. 
"It's feminine hygiene products," they said. 
"Oh really? How is that possible? None of the three women in the building use them."
"It's clogged with paper towels," they said, and sent along a phony picture of soggy towels.
They evicted me in a brazen show of illegal retaliation because I was a festering thorn in their side, but now it's the summer of 2023, and the torrential rains have flooded lower floor apartments with almost a half foot of water and the electricity was knocked out for six entire days. And no one, not code enforcement, not the attorney general, has held GreyHill accountable.

 New York requires landlords to place security deposits in interest-bearing savings accounts, and furnish the account numbers and bank names to tenants, along with the interest earned on their money. Landlords can either cut a check or reduce the rent. by the accrued amount.  I caught GreyHill flat-footed and red-handed when I demanded to know the whereabouts of thirty thousand dollars in security deposits, and they sent a process server as fast as the laws of inertia would carry him.

Email after email with demands for bank account numbers and interest payments went unanswered, and the flyers I glued to the walls of the buildings to inform tenants of their rights, mysteriously, promptly vanished. So I called Letiticia James, the Attorney General of New York.

Who told me that, without the complaints of other residents, it was my word against the word of GreyHill. It mattered not that they would face certain retaliation by eviction, so CLICK.

As part of my agreement with GreyHill's attorney David Green, he promised compliance with the deposit law, and the return of mine. Since I knew GreyHill had no idea where my deposit actually was (because they were too stupid to demand it from the previous owner), they had no idea what was the actual amount. So I soaked them, and then their attorney reneged on the legal agreement he made with me. Information would only be supplied on demand, and ase by case, and if I wanted anything further, I could goi fuck myself. Which means thousands in security deposits are still in their pockets.