madness of Tess

chapter: 13 cruelty

Tess.....Then what was Tess Figz doing at such an hour drunk in a bar? And alone? Ordinarily, it seems that debauched people drink surrounded and then there was so much distress in his

allure... These are thoughts and unanswered questions that will occupy the beautiful redhead whose stomach is still writhing for another two hours. She had a narrow escape. Tess Figz really frequents this kind of place in such a vulgar outfit? ("You're surprised Betty... She's vulgar, this woman. This service is run by a prostitute, no wonder it's going into a tailspin."

***

It is, once again, the lump in the belly that Elysabeth returns to work. Throughout the weekend, she will have done nothing but think about her Friday night fright. When she sits in her office at six-thirty,

Tess Figz has already arrived. She is very early this woman. Has she recovered from her drunkenness? Is she like Elysabeth, an insomniac?

What is good at this hour is that the agents are far from having arrived and that she can work in peace or almost. Around seven o'clock, while she is heating the water for her tea,

his door opens abruptly. She nearly spills the kettle on her.

‹‹Dear Elysabeth Du Tonkin... (Cynical tone) You don't speak but on top of that you are rude... When you are polite you have to greet "your" director... ››

Breath Tess, really bad mood.

She tied her hair with a clip on the side thus releasing her doll face. His look is still unpleasant, almost violent. Elysabeth notices, despite the makeup, dark circles under her tawny eyes.

Elysabeth loses herself in that sharp gaze and can't even manage to say a simple hello... ("What an i***t I am", she thinks to herself...) ("What a poor i***t this poor girl", thinks Tess at the same time).

‹‹Hmm very good!! Well don't greet me

It's true, you haven't received a prestigious education at all... Among the rich, you shouldn't know how to say hello. Well... I wish you a GREAT day miss Du TOquin... ››

Spit and ax the headmistress.

Tess disappears, slamming the door. Elysabeth can finally breathe.

She massages her neck.. At this rate, by dint of tensing up like that each time Tess appears (and not only), Ely will end up getting his back stuck.

***

A Director of Legality and Citizenship must validate the decisions of obligations to leave the territory before transmission for signature to the Secretary General (the joys of the terrible circuits of the administration)

In her absence, Du Tonquin sent her several signatures filled with decisions, some of which were drawn up by this poor girl.

Tess leafs through with her fingertips. She still has vodka and a fragile liver.

Tess has indeed recovered from her weekend drinking. She's having a hard time right now. She's a little bad.

yeah... Too many worries for him

compress the meninges and she finds it difficult to let them go. She has trouble concentrating. She is in a foul mood today, as very very often. She is angry with the whole world but especially with this Elysabeth, the perfect target. The altercation with a user, last Friday, still does not pass. The proof, she received an e-mail from the Secretary General, on this subject, which shows her all her dissatisfaction and a whole slew of reproaches on the management of her "tense" services. It pisses her off! This Elysabeth is driving her mad! Tess clenches her fist. Pff, this damn Parisian looks like a poor little sparrow with a crushed paw.

Tess Figz is receptive to waves of rage, that's for sure. It's like a fire inside her. This young director has an unparalleled thirst to conquer everything. Because to be respected in this position and at his age, it was not acquired. She knows that nothing is ever acquired. She also knows that her physique is as much an asset as its weak point, sometimes. People are either staring at her

(it's often very good like that. She doesn't really mind)

or to insult her because she is magnificent, or to draw dubious conclusions. And so what can she do ... Tess had to toughen up to be respected. She must have been horrible at times for people to finally take her seriously.

She must have been sweating the sweat of her brow.

People think it's easy... Pff... Is it her fault that she has higher intellectual abilities

than the average, that she has an amazing analytical capacity? She could have had her baccalaureate at 15... Yes yes... But life did not give her that credit...

What she loves above all is analyzing people, understanding them. Especially when they have a mysterious part hidden in them. That's what she does when she puts herself a murge almost every weekend. She likes when intrusive analysis takes time. Sometimes it ends up in her bed. It's the little extra. This is the icing on the cake. Analyzing a body in a carnal act. There is no more perfect way to perfect her analyzes than she will write down in a few dog-eared notebooks.

Tess Figz is mentally and physically exhausted. She may be going a bit overboard on makeup. This morning,

this morning, she took a long look in her wardrobe. There was this floral dress and she thought of Elysabeth dressed in

that filthy floral dress. It was more than her. Unconsciously, she probably thought she was going to give him a good lesson in taste because she has taste unlike that old owl... Dressing like that is humiliating the one who doesn't know do it. Yeah, she's from the countryside and she knows how to be stunning at the snap of a finger. It's almost in his DNA.

Pfft, his DNA. This thought makes her smile strangely.

On the other hand, what she reads made her smile less and laugh even less. Tess Figz becomes very irascible. This is really not the time to annoy him. But she feels a resounding desire, in spite of herself, to get annoyed. She's an incorrigible perfectionist. The former heads of the immigration office have paid enough for it. But where does Du Tonquin get this argument from?

She feels Elysabeth's style through her sentences. She feels that the little Parisian wants to show what she has in her stomach through these decisions. She smiles again

nervously. Tess clutches her red pen so tightly that she splits it. Yeah ! It's good to make nice sentences and want to question everything, but to speak there is no one left! Nope ! Nope ! That's not how it works here...

She grabs her phone and types the number of Elysabeth who at that moment is lost in thought.

‹‹Du Tonquin, in my office right now.›› (dryly)

She hangs up immediately and waits.

She even looks at her watch. She counts the seconds of her call for the other to decide to show up. Tess is impatient. She hates being kept waiting. And what the other has only to cross the step of his door but what soft this girl. As she prepares to make another call, Elysabeth hesitantly finally decides to go home without knocking. Tess's glare and bright red cheeks show her that she's going to have another bad time.

Tess makes the decisions in the paraphs and very slowly with her delicate, pale pink varnished little fingers, she tears out each page.

and sends the pieces of paper to Elysabeth's derection.

Already... When I call you, you come back in a second... Is that clear? All I have to do is wait for you. Second... Who do you think you are? Did you believe that you could decide to change everything in our formalism and decision arguments? Without letting me know? It's a joke I hope ?!

That's it, here we go again... Ely's wide rosy lips start to tremble even more than the last time.

But what does she have against her? She spent hours on these decisions! It is not fair. This is

unfair! And why is she smiling like

that ? Doesn't she see that Ely is on the verge of giving up? Close to crying? That his forehead gives off wide

drop of sweat, that even today his hair is greasy? Oh that if Tess sees all this... She devours all of this herself. It's the first time in her life that she makes someone in such a state in a deep fragility. She still notices the chest under that turtleneck that's too big for Betty.

She still notices the chest under that turtleneck that's too big for Betty, shaking. She could even guess the heartbeat of the redhead screaming. Tess is waiting for a reaction, another reaction, from another register.

But Du Tonquin looks down, confused. Deep inside Ely there's this surge of anger but every expression

come under his control. Anger does not drip from his eyes, on the contrary.

There is this sweetness and Tess sees this sweetness. There is something abject in sweetness when it is inappropriate. That's enough!

‹‹You will end up opening this

stuffy ? ››

_I... I...

‹‹Ah it's good now that you are progressing? How many minutes will it take? Maybe I have time to go have a coffee... I forget... I don't drink coffee during my working hours...

OK, are you giving birth? I'M TALKING s**t TO YOU! ››

Tess surprises herself in this kind of yapping. She can't control her nerves this morning. crazy ctte

does nothing to fix it...

‹‹Ok... Ok.... Since that's how it is.

Take your daube again and apply

what I killed myself to build!

Surely you're not going to put it back in

question three years of hard work.

It's understood ? IS IT

UNDERSTOOD ? ››

The shoulders of the young Parisian

are collapsing... Impossible to release what

whether it be. Tess Figz just screamed

as no one had ever dared

yell at her... She stammers but

it's more like onomatopoeia

meaningless than anything else. We

looks like she just got a

slap.

Come on Betty, at least swallow your saliva...

A gang of ants murder their

long icy fingers... She's icy,

that's the right term... but Tess is

surely a lot more.

Even she no longer has the strength to add Something. She just makes a gesture

of the hand so that Elisabeth takes

the door. Figz hurts in the chest.

The whole department must have heard it. At beginning, it takes her for a few

seconds, uncomfortable. She has to

calm. She finishes her little bottle of water in one go. It has been forever

that she hadn't gotten so upset.

She often gets angry with her agents, but from there, to lose her means, no... Yes, she is uncomfortable, but having gotten into all her states intrigues her.

His hands are still bubbling. Does she blame herself? Vaguely, but who are you, Elysabeth Du Tonquin, to raise this dormant volcano? And Tess, it makes her crazy that we can give her back

in this state. Part of her likes it like she likes these guys who annoy her, these guys who don't do anything the way she wants. That's how she loves life. Without knowing it, Elysabeth has just hosted something at Figz, something surely bad. 'Cause when she's bubbling like that, Tess feels alive like when she's drinking like a hole. When she feels the rage twisting her, she likes it. It's stronger than her, she wants more. It's like a drug. This Elysabeth leaves her perplexed... And the worst part of all this is that the sulphurous brunette is aware of the state in which she has put Elysabeth, of this c*****e, that in two sentences, she has trampled on him. Elysabeth should have defended herself. She should have fought

with his weapons. Tess would have felt less. Instead, she just fed the thrill-seeking monster... Then there's this key concept, for Elysabeth it's success, for Tess it's obedience.

Clearly, she ordered him to speak. Elysabeth disobeyed and that drives her nuts. Here, people have always more or less obeyed her. She likes to give orders. There is always a bit of resistance and then people line up. Du Tonquin doesn't seem to work like that. Not only does she not obey when we talk to her, but on top of that she shows no signs of resistance! And that drives Tess nuts.

***

Du Tonquin still can't believe it.

She's crying there. She tries to pick up the pieces of these scraps of paper to try to read again the annotations of the siphoned other. She is too angry. That Tess had no right. A headmistress shouldn't talk to her like that. As a good soldier, she redoes everything to the letter to decorate the ego of the other.