madness of Tess

chapter 15: multipolar!??

Could Elisabeth Du Tonkin know worse humiliation than this classic of being on her knees in front of the other personifying omnipotence?

She doesn't know it... In any case, it's with rage in her hands and in her wrists that Betty grabs this damn cardboard box. Even the boxes here belong to Satan and this Tess is none other than the Devil's wife and of course he sends her to get her out of the way. Betty grits her teeth. That it doesn't even count! It's not a card that will... Who will... ("A card Betty? She knocked you down, the witch... She made you bow to her! She thought she was God? For Jesus or what?!")... She lets herself go against the shelves, completely out of breath and no longer looking like anything.

Roger looks at her obediently.

_ How are you, Elizabeth?

_I would like it to stop,.... she breathes.

She looks through the small hole in the keyhole to watch that Tess is no longer behind it.

_Ro...roger,....p...please...please...tell..Mélanie and Am.. Am...Amira to put away those b...b.. boxes.

-Those two there ? Together ? You want war? Olalala.

Elysabeth, hand on hip, as if she had just run a marathon, leaves her assistant's office, mimicking the one who hasn't heard anything. Stomach upset, staring hollow, almost walking on a tightrope, Betty goes to her office. anger, because it's not fair! What happened is not right and his dirty clothes can testify! She can testify! She only kneels in front of people who have a poignant faith, not in front of plagues of this type! She insists again with her not really scary big blue eyes. Tesspeste does not take his eyes off her. Tess always makes this pestilence with her hand, she rolls her pen between her palm and her fingers without blinking, without making it fall... Tess looks at her, she's sure of it. Looks like she's spying on him. Is she dreaming or is the Tespestilence spying on her? Pff

("Betty, you make movies, you fantasize...").

She closes the door, slamming it loudly. A tiny part of her would like to overthrow everything (blow everything up), a tiny part of her would like to break the wall, to break this Tess... She would have liked to be her sister. Yes, Eve would have punched him in the face without asking fifteen thousand questions. But Betty is not like that. She never boils for more than thirty seconds at a time. Anyway, what's the point of rehashing? She suspects that this Tess is not clear, completely hysterical. That

there is no doubt. Huh, she could very well have told him, "thrown in his face" the story of the other night at the bar...

Hey, she would have been less clever!

("Betty, I'm going to believe that Eve is here in this body, pull yourself together...")

Recover ? It's worse than anything!

Already her agents, apart from Aimé.et Pascale, do not respect her!

How should she recover?

She just wishes she could work normally. Leave him alone.

So it's so complicated? His head wobbles on his desk. It's true that, in a few weeks,

Elysabeth has undoubtedly changed. Nothing had ever damaged or worn it.

However, something has changed, not in its appearance. Ely is still as disconcerting as ever, dressed in her eternal bits of rags which are nevertheless worth a fortune... Her hair is still swarming around her and over her shoulders. Betty bows. Her neck supports a head that is too full and too low... Her veins seem to be wrinkled. Her skin is so thin! And so white! There, towards his carotid artery, there are these two little moles. Since she took possession of this office, they have multiplied. Something wears in her, that's for sure.

People who don't know how to arm themselves always wear out harder and faster than any other individual. Elizabeth can feel this

wear in her as if she were rubbing with a ragged mop a floor that gets dirty as soon as she turns the

back. She rubs on this tiled floor that is too dark. Crushed on the ground, these gestures are mechanical. Sweat dusts off all this petty bourgeoisie. she's Cosette, she's Cinderella, she is all of that.

all those ill-born women. Ely is convinced that she was born well.

There, in this very ugly office, Du Tonquin has the impression of dying from rubbing...

If she looked up, she would see Figz dirtying this floor more, to taunt her.

-Elizabeth! Robin is trying to reach you, it's important, he told me that.

Elysabeth returns from her murderous thoughts. Pascale is in front of her and smiles at her, her toothless and wrinkled.

Eli nods. The door to the office opposite is fully open. What is this Tess doing? She is surely reading several reports at the same time, with her right hand she is surely writing an e-mail, with her left hand, she surely writes a note while her eyes are fixed on her. ("She...she's not human that woman...How does she do that...?) Tess looks deeper until Betty rocks back slightly..

Figz has this weird smile.. . She taunts her, she seeks her out. This look means... "I'm not far away, what happened just now isn't far... It's there under your big nose Betty...".

_ Elizabeth? Are you doing well ?? You're very pale... I think you should take some vitamins and take care of yourself, ma'am.

You know I...I...don't want to get involved in anything that doesn't concern me... But to face this Tess, you have to be tough.... (She lowers her voice)

Ely finally turns his eyes like a light wave to Pascale.

....You know, we've seen some from the chiefs. She wore them out... The other agents also wore them out. But.you are young,.you are still quite beautiful, it would be a shame to lose this radiance of youth... Elysabeth! Don't let her fool you. You can stand up to him and stand up to all those hysterics...

You don't feel comfortable? It's normal.

The world was not made in a week. Do you think that when she landed three years ago, she was able to do everything in a few hours? No, it took him a long time. And to be honest, I think you know a lot of things that even she didn't know when she arrived...

Elysabeth tries to imagine an insecure and hesitant Tess, without much conviction...

Pascale continues her few murmurs and verbiage.

‹‹PONCET! So you have nothing better to do than bother Du Tonquin? Hm maybe you are plotting against me Pascale? Brooms. And if Robin has a message for Du Tonquin, he has only to come himself... Come and see me. Understood ?!››

Tess continues to stare at Elysabeth.

She said that in an almost quiet, moodless voice. Although... Pascale lowers and shakes her head.

Good grief, thought Elysabeth, the other one heard everything! Her office is more than ten meters away and she hears everything! She must have heard everything that Pascale has just told her! It is obligatory! Damn... She needs to close that door.

Pascale spins like a fury. The young redhead gets up in turn to close the door and no longer see those intense eyes on her...

Elysabeth tries to imagine an insecure and hesitant Tess, without much conviction...

Pascale continues her few murmurs and verbiage.

‹‹PONCET! So you have nothing better to do than bother Du Tonquin? Hm maybe you are plotting against me Pascale? Brooms. And if Robin has a message for Du Tonquin, he has only to come himself... Come and see me. Understood ?! ››

Tess continues to stare at Elysabeth.

She said that in an almost quiet, moodless voice. Although... Pascale lowers and shakes her head.

Good grief, thought Elysabeth, the other one heard everything! Her office is more than ten meters away and she hears everything! She must have heard everything that Pascale has just told her! It is obligatory! Damn... She needs to close that door.

Pascale spins like a fury. The young redhead gets up in turn to close the door and no longer see those intense eyes on her...

‹‹ Tss Tss Tss, Du Tonquin que

do you do Looks like a little girl running like that.. Let's see, let's see... Leave the door open. I've got my eye on you... Now that I know you're probably trying to enlist Poncet and Chatelot against me... Come on... Do... Pretend I'm not there... I've got my eye on you Du Tonquin... Put yourself on charcoal and chestnuts... Didn't I tell you?

Tomorrow we have a meeting you and me, yes, you and me... I want to see

everything you've done since your arrival... Everything! I don't want to lose a crumb of your incompetence... ››

Figz claps his hands. Ely seems to be so far away. She just swallows her saliva and that alone is painful. She still holds the door in her hand. His mouth is slightly open. Her eyelashes have almost become invisible she is so pale. In her belly, there under that vomit green sweater, it's chaos.

So she has to leave that door open? And what else?

What else ? ("Go slam the door in his face"). With a quick gesture, Betty brings the madness of her hair to the side, wiping away a salvo of perspiration.

‹‹Are you going to stand there swallowing flies? ››

Tess continues to type on the keyboard while slamming her eyes on Elysabeth. It's her ride, the very first. This Parisian has put on her sweater badly... She is badly bawled...

Ely just feels searched. So this morning's scene was not enough for him! Does he need more?! But what does he need? What the hell does she want? Betty's discolored fingernails seem to cling to the paint on the door like light scratches.

Tess tilts her head.

‹‹Tonkin? Do you have a hearing problem? ››

Arght!!! What a head slap... Arght!

She can't stand it! Are all pretty women like that? Arght... She invades her. Tess is going to invade it and she dreams of wringing its neck, that little neck. Arght! The sound of that voice, too hoarse, too suave! Arght

she dreams of tearing out his tongue,

to make her mute! ("Me at least

I don't bother him with my frail voice!

I shut up. But let her shut up...")

Arght!.

She blows just so

imperceptible. Elizabeth relaxes

and his shoulder sends the door slamming against the wall.

The door bounces back and closes again.

‹‹Are you kidding me? The door of Tonquin! The door! ››

Elysabeth catches herself plugging herself

ears...and sit down. No, but she is no longer five years old! She's down to five... The door opens again and Tess has just come out. This woman is lightning. Surprising, delirious and crazy as lightning. Lightning is also beautiful in its crash. Lightning is always beautiful when it does not destroy.

Elysabeth is surprised to close her eyes... It's a nightmare.

‹‹_Elysabeth? I would like you to obey me in the future... ››

Tess Figz steps forward curtly.

Betty's long fingers slide under her desk, which she scratches, imagining herself scratching, unstitching and torturing the director... She closes the

eyes. But Tess's fist crashing into her desk makes them hatch.

His face is there, almost very close to his. She can smell his breath. She can smell the strong scent of his hair... She can see his skin...

How does she manage to have such perfect skin? How does she manage to have such a dark and radiant complexion...? Why is this woman so resplendent when her insides are rotten to the bone?!

Betty inhales silently despite the amount of air flowing through the entrance to her large nostrils.

His chest also jumps.

She sees Figz put his shark eyes on her chest. Why does she look like Cruella? it would not miss more than a cigarette holder in his beak and a dog or puppy fur coat and the resemblance would become striking.

‹‹You're pushing me to the limit today Du Tonquin... And I need calm... Given your mediocre performance, I'm going to have to fix all this.... ONCE AGAIN››.

Then she smiles. A real smile this time. ("What is this disease that Eve talks about all the time...Hmm schizophrenia?

Bipolar? Something like that.

This woman is not bipolar, no, she is multipolar and ad infinitum...").

And her lips are so thick and even thicker when they stretch to reveal white teeth (“Do teeth like that still exist?

This woman looks like she smokes like a firefighter and she has white teeth?").

At work Elysabeth... Don't upset me any more. The gorgeous headmistress parted her lips again with a chuckle, barely forced (yeah, that's it...). She shakes her brown hair sending back a scotch scent to Betty. Tess turns, the pumps click.. .like background noise, a little drum. His beige-colored pants shear every part of his lower body. When Figz walks, everything is a calculation. She waves her hips because she knows it's eye-catching. Even with your eyes gouged out, you would watch her buttocks move and she knows, she knows that Du Tonquin is looking at her buttocks at this very precise moment.

Yeah, that's what's good, whether it's men or women, everyone only has eyes for her......And she's always loved that.