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Figz feels awfully good, almost relieved. The heat in her belly, which had subsided since the hit with the cardboard, left just as brutally when she again raised her voice against the other owl. It's almost magical. And she's finally thanking heaven for that thing to be thanked for putting her desk right there in front of that other desk. Since this morning, she likes to be there. It fills her with something powerful, almost inexplicable. She can't cheat with that stuff in her belly. It doesn't amuse him, no, it's stronger.
It drives her crazy. It made him grind his teeth, very slowly, without a sound.
She's going to hold her close, mark her in her panties. For what reasons ? We must analyze this intruder...
You have to analyze this caspsy...to get answers and to... (for what reasons Tess...?) save her service and save her ass.(bad reasons Tess...) If she manages to understand and master Du Tonquin,
it will be a great victory, a new trophy. Will Du Tonc hold out?
Or will she lose all her oxygen on the way? Haha... It even makes her laugh.
If Du Tonc, the Parisian i***t, wants to impose himself here
on HER Ardèche land, she will have to withstand the shock and pass the tests...
Tess regains her seriousness and rushes to her tasks. Yeah, Figz figures for today, she's gonna let her breathe.
She will just watch him. She doesn't even realize that she is spending hours watching him.
The more she observes him, the more she wants to know. ("But know what Tess?
What do you need to know about that damn bourge stuff muche...?) Everything. (And nothing at a time.)
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Roger never takes his eyes off his screen
of computer. He too will soon suffocate from coming to work... If this continues, he will go on sick leave like Jeremy and it will be great... He'll keep his grandson and he won't have to do that damn shitty schedule that you have to change every five minutes because so-and-so doesn't want to be with so-and-so...
Talk about a joy to come to work!
He really thought that the arrival of a new leader was going to lift them up.
Pff up there, they must have suspected all the same that here the
civil servants are not easy to
They needed a cador!
maneuver...
No, they're sending them a poor kid just out of her mother's breasts. It doesn't suit his business.
He clears his throat. In front of him, Mélanie waits... (Roger puffs her up too...)
- So why did you call me? I swear to you that if you put me on the counter this afternoon because Lolo is not there, it's niet! I will not go !! Nothing...nothing to see.
-I...I...(He hesitates and whitens in places on his face)
Elysabeth...would like with...with Amira you put away the... these boxes,
sort out what, both of you.
The end of the sentence is only a succession of nervous words, almost without interruption and without breath. He knows that Melanie is not convenient and that she does not spare him.
Alalala is the ardor of these thirty-four years and his celibacy hardened over the years. By dint of living alone, it ages her more.
Besides, his brown head leaves
Besides, his brown head leaves
appear some white hair.
But at the moment, she doesn't really think about her white hair and her dye. No, she only thinks about one thing, and that is getting revenge on Du Tonquin. Why would she obey him like that old owl!
Never ever ! All she has to do is if it pleases her!
_Mélanie, you know very well that it's not up to her to do it...
-It's not mine either!! I am not a maid! I am category B!
-Mélanie, you'll put away... You'll put away those boxes and you...you...you don't argue.
I already talked to Amira... She didn't overreact like you, at least. m
_ Because she accepted?! And why do you think? I've had it up to here!
Mel clenches her fist and brings it to her mouth. She's going to f**k Amira again... Pff, she doesn't even know how to tidy up her own desk! What does she know about storage!
-And when should we do this?
-Now... I'm going to see Elysabeth behind the counter during this time.
-What ? What ? Now ? What about my files?
Melanie turns scarlet red. She will no longer be able to breathe at this rate.
_ I have I have changed your schedules. Come on Melanie don't... don't argue.
- Pff let her go and die the Parisian...
_Melanie...
Roger escapes from the future lion cage... There are three huge boxes
next to each other, filled to the brim... The door opens and Amira is, of course, hanging on the phone.
She sits down in Roger's chair and continues her conversation, disturbed to say the least while
chewing his gum.
-Meli Mélo, you don't think I'm going to do your minion and put this s**t away,
Amira says in a disdainful tone.
Mel can't believe her eyes or ears. Amira moves with the chair and puts her feet on the desk!
_ Come on Melodrame... Move your big ass.
- Because you don't have a big rotten and muddy ass do you?
_ Repeat to see?! Come back down to earth, old rombière!
_Amira the big slut. Rather die. Go die dirty cow.
Amira drops her phone and stands up straight away. Mel dodges the
first attempt but the second will get the better of her. Amira's fist flattened against her tiny nose.
the box...which of course smashes, spreading a pile of paperwork on the floor... Amira has certainly not finished.
Mel is knocked out and probably has a broken nose and is pissing a bit of blood.
The other brunette picks her up and shoves her against the shelf with a roar not
_I'm going to smash your dirty b***h race. I WILL PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE! I WILL RETURN YOUR BRAIN TO ITS LITTLE PLACE.
The shelf trembles under the jolts, on the verge of overturning. Mélanie finally frees herself from her lethargic state...
She strikes a crooked paw,
Amira smashes her back against Roger's desk whose computer screen cracks...
It almost feels like a ring.
Our two wrestlers are thirsty for blood and blows in the face.
They want more... They scream as if they were waiting for support from the audience.
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Sébastien alerted by the cries of
madness and commotion, climb the stairs four by four to see if Tesspeste is there... Of course, never in his office when necessary...
Caroline tries to open the door but the shelf, which has fallen over, is blocking access...
The little blonde knocks harder and harder,...
relatively worried about the noises of animals coming from Roger's office,
Roger arrives hobbling... He
returns even if there is no one behind him...
_I told you it was a bad idea. They must kill each other. let me pass! step aside!
_I call an ambulance Roger?
Try Maud hidden behind Aimé.
-No... Why an ambulance?!
When Roger is angry, he stumbles much less on words. He presses his ear to the door.
- Open the door ! Right away !!
Nothing to do, the two Zouaves continue to fight against each other.
Du Tonquin finally crosses the door of the room of the users to join the corridor where the frightened agents gather. They all speak at the same time. Roger seems to be at his wit's end. Pascal is crying. Maud and Caroline argue (that's the
moment, go) even Ichem and Robin who were passing through get started.
Lolo is not there and that f***s them up.
Elysabeth doesn't understand everything that's going on...but she would like them all to be quiet because Tess
won't give him a present this time.
Everyone screams.
-What's going on Roger?
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