madness of Tess

chapter 11: Tess Figs (part 2…

Tess keeps rolling her eyes over the extent of the other's body. She has the impression of seeing a lamb, someone weak, sick. And this impression is decisive... This bewildered air of Elysabeth is decisive...

This average clothing is decisive. Tess

sifts through everything... She deploys all her senses to feel this person... The

movement of the redhead's hands catches her attention. The way his wide nose quivers. The way Elizabeth has, to look

the ground in all directions... And then Tess notices under this hideous fabric, a chest, bulging which rises sharply

pace, so fast that the young woman's n*****s stick out. She notices with surprise the movement of these lips

who try to speak without success. This picture is decisive... Because the weak have always allowed her to feel strong and today she needs to feel strong. Today, after the painful week she has just had, she needs to be humiliated.

‹‹It seems to me that I asked you a question? You are a chef... You have responsibilities! ! We're not playing hopscotch. And I'll tell you, no matter who you are, your status will never be a favor...

Here it's Privas and here I'm in charge.

I expect you to take your responsibilities quickly...

Because I will have no pity for you.

What happened is unacceptable...

Unacceptable! Do you understand where I must speak to you in the language of the bourgeois? If you don't want to hold your office quickly, I'll do everything I can to get you rapidly. And stop looking at me like that, you're ridiculous! Was it like that while I was away?!

You put on a show in front of everybody ?! ››

She gets up spontaneously and Elysabeth cringes.

‹‹If it goes back to the ears of Dubois, what will I look like! Oh you don't want to answer me? No doubt it amuses you? Are you doing your interesting? That's it ? Are you provoking me?! It's ten o'clock in the morning and you provoke me? ››

Tess has her arms outstretched on her desk.

His face is surly no doubt,

but that has nothing to do with villains

from below. It's not the same aggressiveness as big Mélanie or Amira.

No, it's something else entirely. His thick brown eyebrows quiver as this gaze is powerful and enraged. Tess is bent over her desk. She is almost arched forward as if defying the whole earth. Funny posture for this funny woman.

Standing like this refines it further. And yet her hips seem fuller in this wasp waist and her chest more flattened. Elizabeth

had never seen a woman so thin with a chest like that. At the same time, she never really observed women except her mother and Eve.

Comparing himself with others never interested him. But today, Betty has no real choice but to

confront this other. She can't look away... And damn that woman seems vulgar but not

like his sister, another form of vulgarity, no doubt.

Elysabeth had never seen a woman so angry with her. For real... Damn, it's unfair,

,Betty thinks she did nothing wrong. She still cannot control all the defilement that invades the Ardèche. She can't control

these vermin of agents, these scoundrels.

She has the impression that Tess is going to jump down her throat in this posture.

And why does this woman bulge her vulgar ass back when she's angry? Why does she look so much like a lioness?

Betty's bile and everything else backs up in her stomach. She doesn't have time to run to the toilets when she spits out all her breakfast.

Tess can't believe it! The b***h has just puked in his office!

Elysabeth is confused but the pain in her stomach is even more dense.

‹‹Out of my sight! Get out! Right away ! ››

_I...I, I'm sorry, Elysabeth is out of breath.

Never in her life had she been so ashamed! But what the hell got into him!?

Elysabeth does not let herself be prayed for. She stormed off, wading through her vomit, leaving Tess, mad with rage.

And besides, why does she feel all this rage? Because it's been ages since she's met someone so weak. And that intrigues him. Part of her likes it. She loves weakness in others. It probably allows him to camouflage his own weaknesses. If she attacks, people will never pay attention to everything else. However, she cursed the SG for being sent such a woman. This old owl from Du Tonquin is undoubtedly made for many things, but then to hold the reins of a service like here, one should not dream too much. Tess didn't need to look long to come to any conclusions... How can one be so weak while having succeeded in this type of competition... Often the newcomers are slapped heads .... who spit on this terroir and who in addition to that

take for kings wanting to revolutionise everything, overthrow everything. All !

She has been in this position for three years and before Elysabeth, there were three heads of the immigration office. All of them were fired or ended up abandoning their posts... Abandoning your post! Tess feels like captain of an ocean liner. She will never give up. This pretty typical and fierce brunette is not stupid. His great responsibilities for his thirty-three years are proof of this. She knows full well that she does not have an easy place and that the agents of the stay want to do everything to release her. She has no other choice but to hold them by the throat... That's all she has found so as not to "jump".

And Elysabeth Du Tonquin has nothing to do with it. Usually, everyone arrives with their big clogs, looking down on people, looking down on her, trying to make her lose all her

credibility... As he sat back down, Figz smiled. How mischievous... She passes between her little thumb and her index finger, varnished in a color between plum and auburn, her white gold pendant revealing her throat with a complexion that is still just as matte. Looks like Tess Figz grew up under an eternal sun...

Unfortunately, the situation is such that although at the head of several offices (set of services), including the control of legality, the office of citizenship and a lot of others

stuff, associations etc., what he takes up all his time is precisely immigration. With the attacks of recent years, we are not kidding

more. Then there are the figures... She had to fill in for the position currently held by Elysabeth for six months.

in addition to her other missions and she is exhausted. Normally, Tess should have been reassured by this

new arrival. Not only is she worried about the mediocrity that Du Tonquin exudes, but on top of that

something intrigues him. Tess Figz loves performance. Landing here at

thirty years, she has not hit the jackpot but this young woman likes challenges more than anyone. She experiences this

strange feeling, that Elysabeth Du Tonquin is a challenge in itself.

Tess remembers that red hair... She always imagined Cosette from Les Misérables by Hugo like that.

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Du Tonquin resumes her place in her own office, disconcerted. She had prepared herself but not to this point.

And the ordeal is even hotter...

It swallows her... Already that her agents are awful and make her life hard, how will she be able to withstand the shock? She can't imagine for a moment

that her headmistress is about to take her through hell and hell is Betty's biggest fear. She, this devotee,

this faithful to God... Tess Figz is about to open the gates of hell to her and hell always has several faces, several dimensions. There is the one we

identifies, and those who are so treacherous that they huddle against their prey in the most perfect of discretions.