madness of Tess

chapter 10: Tess Fegz ( part1)

Elysabeth finally gets up, well

tired. They don't even deviate to her

passage. Looks like she has to cross

a crowd of a thousand people.

Everyone stares at her wildly. They

looks like they're going to jump down his throat...

They follow her. She feels sheep

chased by a pack of wolves

hungry.

She cursed poor Roger for being in

leave. She curses Jeremy for not

have warned. Because of him they are

everyone here, around her, watching her....

She sits down. Betty has a pain

acute in the back and in the chest. This

are liars. The room is rather

quiet for once. The scoundrels!

What rascals... She connects the

regul visa signatures, verification

passports in the machine and taken

of footprint.

Until 11 a.m. everything is going well, she just signing paperwork... jesus

finally smiled at him... maybe. Until there

everything went without a hitch.

But at 11am, Ombrine arrives. That this

woman seems weak and lost...may

to be more than Elvsabeth. Her cheeks are still red.

_I have a problem with this guy,

Algerian national... I have him on a date. He asks for a ten-year "French spouse" card... and I have no information on the community of life... His wife is supposedly sick... What should I do?

Betty scratches her head...

Roger is not here. She has to face it alone... She searches the computer and prints the Franco-Algerian agreement.

She underlines and indicates the answers to Ombrine with a quivering finger, in silence... Ombrine pretends not to understand...

Mélanie, behind, tumbles out and tears the sheet from Ombrine's hands. She throws it in Ely's face. Melanie or that intrepid spy, that watchdog...

-Is that your answer? You don't know how to express yourself? Thank you for her,

but Ombrine knows how to read!! No, but I'm dreaming! She wants a concrete answer not a highlight! Is for

this guy we look at the conditions of community of life yes or s**t?

It is complicated ? Drop it Ombrine, we just have to send him to her.

maybe she speaks better to

men than to us.. Come on, let's go back

to our straw, since we we're f*****g animals.

At these words, the pretty Parisian almost jumps. How is it possible...

How could she guess...? It's a bitter but one-sided verbal battle...

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The accommodation service is not only sclerotic, it is rotten to the core... And everyone knows it except

no one seems to want to act. Above is the Secretary General who, exhausted by this battle

and having other fish to fry,

discharges entirely on a completely outdated Elysabeth...

They were looking for a manager... Elysabeth is not of that caliber... Casting error? As he said, it's the lottery

competitions... Who drew the wrong prize?

Manager... Elysabeth finds it difficult to perceive the extent of this concept... For her, you have to keep a low profile... They will eventually tire themselves by dint of whining and moaning without

For her, you have to keep a low profile... They will end up getting tired on their own by dint of whining and moaning for no reason... There are people who are fighting to stay in France, there are those who

fight for a few hundred euros less on pay...

And what is Betty fighting for?

Then there are those who fight for their holidays. Usually, that's Roger's job. But Elysabeth will very quickly understand that everyone must know how to do everyone's job, good or bad.

Leave management... Amira is on the verge of punching Mélanie in the face... It seems that it's

priority to people who have children... Elysabeth will have to decide... Deep down, she would dream of being able to refuse Amira's leave, but to make the other rascal benefit from it... might as well let it run.. Do the ostrich... And

in the gas can, it's starting to ignite... As Caroline said, it's going to blow up...

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No, for this other day that piles up for Elysabeth, alternating between her desk and her bed, eating very poorly, spending all her free time

to pray, to criss-cross the Saint Thomas church; for this new day, Elysabeth is not ready to be crossed by a tornado... She is so overwhelmed, her brain is going to explode...

She's so overwhelmed that this morning she doesn't even notice the light in the opposite office.... Her dark circles are way too deep without

doubt... She rushes to deal with a few emergencies... We are already waiting for her behind the counter... She has spent all

her week, to put up with this misery... to put up with the filth of others, their smell... Everything horrifying... All these others are nothing but ugliness for her.

Betty is not ready... Her apparent fake sweetness is a trap that the others set for her. Pascale (who finally came back from her sick leave...)

call him urgently. In front of her, an Albanian who entered the territory irregularly, having already been the subject of several obligations to leave the territory...

In a very weak voice, Ely tries to explain to him that he won't be able to get a card... that he has to leave... This tall dark guy is losing his patience.

He shoves his wrist into the window.

He begins to bark, to ulcerate. He insults Elysabeth in very understandable French for once.

All the users crowd around, screaming like dingoes... Elysabeth panics once again, once again. And once more is always once too many. The tone goes up three new notches. The guy slides his hand under the opening of the counter to grab Pascale's collar, who starts screaming like before a killing. Elysabeth witnesses this c*****e,

unable to intervene, unable

to press this button to call the police at the entrance to the prefecture.

The other officers come running. Aimé tries to intervene and hold the guy to make him let go of his embrace. But with his other hand, the Albanian slaps him on the nose.

Looks like a war scene.

Elysabeth has the impression of being in a bubble, of being in front of a cinema screen, rather than being in reality. All this meanness

. All this baseness does not belong to him...

Betty, you're not ready.

She doesn't hear the sound of heels hitting the ground... She doesn't see the eyes of the other agents taking a cold snap... She's back and she's not ready. Tess Figz appears like a flash .

‹‹What the hell is going on here? We hear you from my office! What is this mess ?!››

She intervenes in her broken and hoarse voice.

Elysabeth turns around abruptly.

His eyes are paralyzed on this woman of about one meter seventy.

It's his brown, almost black gaze that she first catches, cold and scorched arrogance. Then there are those raised and infinitely luscious lips, slightly parted...

Her face seems long and incredibly harmonious. Just like Elysabeth, her nose and her cheekbones are redesigned by numerous small freckles... Elysabeth is complexed by these spots

Elysabeth is complexed by these tasks precisely, always... But she recognizes that on this woman, it has nothing to do... It's almost exotic... And her skin has such a complexion! Slightly pinkish and browned. Tess Figz wears a set

trouser suit that plasters his whole body... It looks like he's sculpting it...

The pale gray fabric hints at the strength of her hips, the power of her abs and her curves... Tess Figz is so slender and elegant. God, thought Elysabeth... She looks like a model straight out of a TV commercial or on perfume posters in the

department stores (where she has never set foot by the way...)

And what about this long, lacquered and maintained to perfection brown hair falling on each side of her face?

Tess steps forward. His eyes growl.

She pushes Elysabeth aside to press the red button. In a few minutes, the situation is almost resolved (security guards control the troublemaker) Resolved? Because Tess Figz, although hated and decried by all, establishes respect through her presence. Just at the sight of her, everyone closes their valve. The agents are embarrassed and look down...

She doesn't lower them. She puts them on Elysabeth.

‹‹You ! Who are you ? In my office and immediately. ››

Then she addresses the other agents.

‹‹I guarantee it will go wrong for you! So it is this image that you give!? Go on ! At work ! So you have nothing better to do you rascals... Users are waiting! The next one who rolls the thumbs will have to do with me. ››

Elysabeth has never seen this before.

Amira and Caroline blush and

bow their heads. Everybody

disappears. And Ely would like to smile... Tess looks so young. She didn't imagine him so young... She didn't imagine him

like that, also a woman...

Tess turns on her heels. She disappears in turn and Elysabeth is still amazed. So it's her... This famous

Tess everyone fears, everyone dreads. Should she fear her in turn? Yeah, in her belly, that collides. The funk is coming.

Then the headmistress's face

reappears and he scares her. their features frighten her. There are on this face some traces of savagery, of authority...

‹‹It seems to me that I asked you to follow me? It's right away. A director is not expected...››

The young redhead swallows. And

precisely her little freckles are getting brighter. She is only fifteen years old again. She crosses his hands behind his back. But she doesn't move.

‹‹I asked you to follow me! Move on. I'm about to get angry. Like ? what do you have to look like this? I swear to you miss if you don't join my office, I'm going to explode... And you don't want to see that, do you? ››

Like a child, Ely shakes her head no and resolves to follow Tess who clicks her heels ever harder like a real tornado.

Betty throws a last look at Aimé as if to find comfort. The latter nods his head as if to say "everyone goes there".

She is in front of the door. She understands that Tess Figz has just dropped into her seat.

‹‹Enter and close the door behind you...››

Elizabeth obeys. His thunderous stress tangles his hair. Faced with this woman, the Parisian no longer looks like anything. She's even ashamed of her own outfit, of that flowery dress that's too loose for her, of her stained shoes. She does not dare to plunge her blue eyes into the other's jungle.

Tess Figz details her from head to toe, very slowly while playing with her pen in her hands, tiny hands.

‹‹Well ? I do not know you. Who are you ?... A new intern? ....A vacationer? ››

His tone is so dry, so cold.

Ely's breathing quickens. She is on the verge of pissing herself.

Then Tess shakes her hair and gives an unpleasant smile.

‹‹Hm...you are ......let me guess,

since you are unable to open... this mouth..., you are the new head of the immigration office? Elysabeth DU TONQUIN? ››

Elysabeth nods her head while continuing to admire her feet.

‹‹Tell me is this a joke? You... So it's you? And you let things escalate like this? How old are you ? Twenty years ?

Considering your mediocre style of dress, you look twenty more...

You did you believe in little house on the prairie here? You let an officer get mugged in front of the users??! Answer me ? Was it your duty to intervene? What were you doing ?››

Ely's throat tightens. It's unfair... This woman is really odious. She is so aggressive and at the same time.