madness of Tess

chapter 14: first domination

Aimé goes back to his office to make him sign a paper.

-are you doing well ? You know... She's like that Figz, you have to

just get used to. You know people criticize but I think they just want the best for the service... Don't take it against you... It will get better with time.

Elysabeth would like to scream. Bullshit! This woman has no excuse. His cruelty is just gratuitous, unhealthy. She

would like to ask her if it's normal for a director of this standing to get drunk in front of everyone! Nope !

And she comes to give him lessons?

But she says nothing and she curses herself for not knowing how to express herself when things escape her.

And damn... It annoys him. Aimé looks at her with a touching air.

-It's going to be alright Elizabeth. I'm here if you need.

_th...thank you Aimé. You are...n.. nice you...

For the first time, she sees the young Métis, barely older than she smiles at him.

smile... This smile is almost discreet

imperceptible but she picks it up. She takes it for herself... That sincere smile makes her feel good... She's going to make those damn decisions as Madame wants.

***

A new day begins. Tess arrives a little later than the day before. His car didn't start this morning. His tight and wide pants on the ankles suit him perfectly. She looks like it. But she is still looking like a dog looking for her bone. Last night she read the title issuance stats from last week and it's really not good. So she's in a bad mood. Then she doesn't know why but she wonders what Elysabeth is going to be able to do to her today. And her, what will she be able to do to him? She pushes open the heavy door. She takes a decisive step forward and trips over a box that is still lying on the side. She lets out a cry, already in pain because a shot of high heels in a box already hurts a lot. She spins around ready to set on fire and spit fire. Poor Ely has the misfortune to find herself here, near the photocopier with his cup of tea still hot just placed above it. She witnessed the scene and inwardly she even prayed in a flash of a second that Tess broke her leg and the broom. ("Betty don't put yourself down to that woman, come on Betty").

This scene, which could have just been banal, is in no way so... Tess only sees Elysabeth in her sights and her venom overflows so early in the morning. Yeah after all, she had a bad night because of her. She had a bad day yesterday. And there, this poor girl looks like a fearful little animal, a frightened rodent.

Tess hadn't noticed how big blue eyes Elysabeth had. Well, if she had picked it up, but not to this extent. They are of such a particular color, almost translucent. For the first time since they met last week, Betty doesn't let go of that look. She thinks she can show that she too can do that, support an ocular showdown. Poor, very puny.

This crucial exchange of tawny eyes with misty ocean eyes sets fire to the powder in the mind of the director.

‹‹This service is a Du Tonquin dump! Yes you ! Yes, I'm talking to you! You know who i am ?? You know who the hell I am!? ("She swears oh lord she swears, the miscreant" thinks Betty who feels wavered) Director! I am THE director. YOUR manager!

And I unlike you, I receive important people! And we're in a f*****g dump. This service is going wrong and YOU are responsible!!! These corridors are your responsibility!!! Do you get it or do you want me to talk to you more?! Put away those f*****g boxes and now!››

Tess' face is scarlet. His whole body leans forward. His abs are contracting very gruffly. Maud and Pascale, in the process of distributing the mail in the bunks, turn their heads. They think that Tesspestilence/ Tessbitch is also for them, but no. It is the redhead who is singled out. Tess is pointing her index finger at a broken up Elysabeth!

Hell, thought Maud, the scene is worth seeing. Limit, it would be worth filming!

Everything is going very quickly, Tess completes her gunshot. The two agents turn their heads when Elysabeth drops her cup... Maud and Pascale try to clear off quickly so as not to be struck by the violent and unpredictable thunderbolts of Figz. This woman represents the pinnacle of mood swing par excellence. Elizabeth

disturbed and green inside,

kneels down to pick up the

pieces of glass. She looks at Maud as she passes and in a very low voice

almost in slow motion:

- Maud...you... sh....sh.... should (suspended silence) tidy up. The... (intrepid silence) the boxes.

Tess wiggles her index finger with this

click of the tongue on his lip. juicy gloss. She is not fooled... She understands that Du Tonquin thinks he has broken this standoff by throwing himself

on the ground. The pretty brunette lowers her incendiary eyes on Elysabeth. She takes a step, just to have the pleasure of contemplating in all its entirety, the little bourgeois, kneeling in front of her, like a Cinderella of the 21st century.

While moistening the outline of her mouth, Figz inspects the folds of the other's outfit. Elysabeth wears a woolen skirt with coarse and bizarre patterns. This skirt is poorly sewn. Looks like a mop. Looks like Thérèse's vest in the French movie "le père noël est une ordure" (Santa Claus is garbage). Tess hangs over her, dominates her... She's very close. With a flick of her stiletto heel, she could scrape off that young, innocent-looking face. She humiliates her, Elysabeth at her feet almost in tears on the verge of having an anxiety attack. But Tess relishes and exults inside.

On the floor, her skirt almost catching the dust, Elysabeth struggles to get up. Tess terrifies her. From this height, Figz seems more formidable. She's going to crush him any moment now. She's going to finish her, here in front of everyone. She feels on her the hallucinated looks of Maud and Pascale, helpless. In this posture, it is all her contempt that Tess vomits on Elysabeth. This is the beginning of a game of an unbalanced game that she intends to win. It's almost the beginning of hostilities... What this gives the director is a wave of well-being. She dominates this old owl and she will make her eat the dust.

For what objective reasons? There aren't really any... Elysabeth intrigues him. It is made up of facades, shells... It did not resist it. She did not rebel... These are just as many good reasons...

‹‹Tss tss... you!...you are going to put away these boxes. I'm going to sit here on this desk watching you. Hurry up Du Tonquin, my patience has limits...

She lifts her heel and brushes some of Betty's ginger locks...››

The match has just plunged into the can of gasoline. Tess has that smile that pinches her luscious lips. A shiver runs through his stomach. She always dreamed of doing this. She takes full power.

Maud and Pascale exchange a look. Poor Elizabeth...

Elysabeth bends her back. The sob, failing to get lost on his bleeding cheeks, suffocates in his belly, and there is emptiness. During this moment, she thinks she is throwing herself into the void. It is the worst humiliation. Tess Figz bangs it and she feels that heel close to her. But what is she waiting for to finish her?!

Her back bent, her skirt dirty, her hair loose, her whole body sagging and broken, Betty gets up with difficulty. Like a frightened dog in front of its master, she no longer raises her eyes to Figz. She approaches the damn cardboard, avoiding blowing too hard. His pianist fingers slip on the cardboard. It's so heavy and what will she do with it?

‹‹Hurry Up Tonkin. Faster... Obey, for God's sake... ››

Tess bends over again and Elysabeth recoils, withdraws, it's the ultimate submission or at least the very first one, the one you never forget, the one that marks with an iron. She just ducked again. One might think that this scene is not real. But Tess is smarter than she looks. She marks the spirits and has just spit out this f*****g respect that she was waiting for so much. She leans patiently against one of the tables where the scans are placed.

(machines used to archive processed files). She finally pulls her heel back close to Betty's face.

She mimes disgust, takes a handkerchief out of her pocket and wipes the heel without taking her dark eyes off the other. With misplaced elegance. Tess crosses her long legs. She leans back which makes her even more divinely sublime. Tesspestilence is almost arched. Ely is still unaware that this posture has something divine about it.

Tess admires the scene. She doesn't want to miss a thing. Ely tilts her head to the side gently, her slender little fingers stroking one of those dark locks. Figz squints her eyes further in an attempt to register and analyze the movements of the body in front of her. Pff this Elysabeth is stupid because she is not ugly quite the contrary. It's even well done, the headmistress thinks to herself. Her hips are well cut. Her buttocks are very round. Yet Elysabeth hides this body, and that annoys her even more. This body stinks of weakness, of the weaker s*x. It annoys him. A woman, according to her today, no longer has the right to behave like that. But there is something very beautiful about Elysabeth pulling this box, which must weigh a hundred kilos. Tess is tamed by this show.

The pretty brunette will no longer say a

word. After seeing the Parisian disappear into another office, she sends Maud and Pascale off. Entirely satisfied, it is with a very calm step and her stomach on fire that Tess will resume her place in her office. She doesn't know why but she does

will only start working, without realizing it, when the office opposite lights up. She will spy on this strange woman rushing into this refuge like a sick person. Betty welcome to hell. And hell burns even the purest wings and beings, those who believe they are protected...