Furious, he crossed the courtyard of his ministry and climbed four by four on his long legs to the third floor where his office was enthroned. He settled down, ready to dive into the work, but not quite sure where to start. He had sharpened all his pencils, now neatly arranged from the smallest to the largest in the first drawer of the Louis XV desk on loan from the Mobilier national, when his telephone vibrated in his pocket.

"Barrel?

"No mother Teresa!

" WHORE !

"Calm down big boy, calm down. I've had my R T. Everything is clear! The P Ms are coming. Before Giraumon had time to...