Partie 1 : Elle est passé de fille de coordonier à PDG de la plus grande entreprise du Pays.

Look here, the daughter of the Cordonier, the most poor of the church! My father is maybe Cordonier today, but in the future I will be the owner of a bigger company that you will never be able to do. Never forget that. The conception of the abode of life was a universe in itself. A place where the concept, even intimacy, seemed to belong to another world. Behind a unique part of making noises, cohabiting 12 families, sharing a forest in water, often troubled, coolest in the grave of those humors. It was what we called a "face me, I face you". An alignement of chamber where each sound, each dispute, and each cry, crossing so many walls to keep the slightest secret. It is in this humane burden between the odeurs of cuisine and children, Cadel forced his endurance. Aged from 10 to 9 years old, Adel had already had the maturity of those who had learned to transform the man in discipline. The evening, while the only empress of their small pieces ran in flames, she did not complain. She settled near the window, capturing the last keys of the day to finish her duty. His mother, returning exhausted, poor, after having sold the axe of every day, observed it in silence. Without a word, she put a ball on the shoulders to count the freshness of the evening. In this room, Adel did not see any walls, but an horizon that she preferred to conquer. Adel's loss was the silent soul of the house. Every morning, before the abode of Céveille had all done, he prepared his wood in wood. With his broken limbs and its woodwork, he walked to the great waterfall of the metropolis to make the warm and warm frames. He spent his days in Genou, the hands marked by the dark smoke, but he always returned to the right bus. Adel observed it often. He saw the dust on his clothes, but he saw especially the iron in his gaze. He never made it long on the success of his success. His example suffered. He showed that poverty could limit the content of the theater, but never the value of a soul. In the middle of the urban chaos, he worked with a precision of faith, despite every loss of hope, as if it was the most important of the world. This rigor, Adel had refused. He understood that to get out of the concession, he had to be irreprochable. His father worked for his present, he studied for their future. Olicé Saint Joseph, Adel depended on his calm Olympian. He carried the uniform himself every day, but he was so meticulous and repassed that he looked almost like nine. However, at 10 a.m., we can't hide everything. The ears, ears and ears fatigued, did not escape to Olivia. Also, from 10 a.m., Olivia lived in a world of privilege where the money was a second nature. In addition to these short scenes, she laughed at the race of recreation with an arrogant snoring by the fortune of her father. Olivia saw Adel, an anomaly that needed to be reduced to silence. The mockery was quotidian. They remained assertive on her frugal taste or on her absence in the end of the week. Olivia Riefort, looking for the wrong, the ring of anger or the alarm that proves its superiority. But Adel, stayed silent. She kept her eyes fixed on her gestion manuals, treating insults like mushrooms without importance. She knew that the real battle was not played in the words, but in the notes that accumulated in her dose of anger. The day of truth arrived during the proclamation of the second trimester. Mr. Douti, a teacher whose severity had equaled that his impartiality would enter the class with a pile of bolts. The atmosphere in Lisé Saint-Joseph must be electric. Mr. Douti began the lecture by the classmate's bath and rendering the names with a calculate lanterns. The students retained their souffle. Olivia, confident, expected to see her nommary in the summer. She was finally called in sixth position, an honorable place, but far from the consecration and hope. Then, silence was total. And for the first time, with a half-day.