#Directeur Général

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Cheikh Bamba Dièye annonce un plan de restructuration de l’AIBD

SENEGAL-AVIATION-MANAGEMENT Saly, 2 mars (APS) – Le directeur général de l’Aéroport international Blaise Diagne de Diass (AIBD SA), a annoncé samedi à Saly (Mbour Ouest), un plan de restructuration de l’entreprise qu’il dirige, pour l’aider à retrouver sa santé financière. ”Nous allons mettre en place dès lundi, une commission ad-hoc que nous partagerons entre la direction générale, les…

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Ruthlande Anglade prend les rênes du Ministère de l'Intérieur et des Collectivités Territoriales

Le Ministère de l’Intérieur et des Collectivités Territoriales a un nouveau Directeur Général depuis hier, mardi 30 juillet 2024. Ruthlande Anglade a été officiellement installé lors d’une cérémonie en présence du Ministre de l’Intérieur, Garry Conille. L’événement s’est déroulé en présence de fonctionnaires du ministère et de représentants des institutions partenaires. Ruthlande Anglade, dont la…

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Yves Roblin Installé comme Nouveau Directeur Général du MENFP

Le vendredi 26 juillet 2024, Yves Roblin, après 30 ans de service en tant que technicien supérieur au Ministère de l’Éducation Nationale et de la Formation Professionnelle (MENFP), a été officiellement installé comme Directeur général du ministère. La cérémonie d’installation, présidée par le ministre de l’Éducation nationale et de la Formation professionnelle, Augustin Antoine, a vu la…

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CONSEIL RÉGIONAL DE L’ORDRE DES MÉDECINS: Le DG Ichaka Koné de la CMSS parraine les journées scientifiques à Ségou

La Cité des Balanzans a abrité (du 28 au 29 juin 2024) les activités de la 7e édition des Journées  scientifiques du conseil régional de l’Ordre des Médecins du Mali. Un événement parrainé par le Directeur général de la Caisse malienne de sécurité sociale (CMSS), M. Ichaka Koné, qui a honoré les organisateurs de sa présence à Ségou. «Rôle du personnel soignant dans la gestion de la crise��

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DIRECTION GÉNÉRALE DES DOUANES ET DROITS INDIRECTS DU BÉNIN: ADIDJATOU HASSAN ZANOUVI NOMMÉE DIRECTEUR GÉNÉRAL PAR INTÉRIM.

Par arrêté numéro. 3155/MEF/DC/SGM/DGD en date du 13 novembre 2023, Madame Adidjatou HASSAN ZANOUVI est nommée Directeur Général des Douanes par intérim cumulativement avec sesfonctions actuelles. Le nouveau directeur occupe le poste de Directeur de cabinet adjoint au Ministère de l’Economie et des Finances. Want and see.

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Démission surprise du DG de ENEO : Amine Homman nommé nouveau Directeur Général

🚨 DERNIÈRE HEURE ! 🚨 Selon des informations exclusives provenant de sources internes, Patrick Eeckelers, Directeur Général (DG) de ENEO, a présenté sa démission. Une réunion extraordinaire du Conseil d’Administration s’est tenue récemment et a abouti à la nomination d’Amine Homman en tant que nouveau DG d’ENEO à partir de ce lundi 26 juin 2023. Les raisons et les circonstances entourant cette…

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Enfin, un homme de la culture haïtienne prend les rênes du Ministère de la Culture

La culture haïtienne est perçue comme l’un des meilleurs potentiels de développement du pays. À travers le tourisme, elle peut contribuer à générer de l’emploi, créer une cohésion sociale et favoriser la croissance économique du pays. Pour ce faire, il en faut une bonne gestion intégrée, endogène et durable de toutes les ressources patrimoniales, culturelles et historiques d’Haïti. Alors que la…

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DGI : Le Directeur général Barnabé Muakadi félicite le président Félix Tshisekedi à l'occasion de sa brillante réélection à la magistrature suprême !

C’est depuis le dimanche 31 décembre 2023 que la commission électorale nationale indépendante (CENI) a rendu public les résultats provisoires de l’élection présidentielle du 20 décembre dernier. Sans surprise, le candidat numéro 20, Félix Tshisekedi a été proclamé provisoire vainqueur de ce scrutin. Dès ce jour là, les félicitations pleuvent de partout tant sur le plan national et…

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vocabulaire dans le bureau

(m.) bureau - office, desk

(v.) travailler - to work

(v.) faire un stage - to intern

(m.) travail - work, job

(m.) boulot - work, job (informal)

(m.) employé, (f.) employée - employee

(m.) patron, (f.) patronne - boss

(m.) directeur, (f.) directrice - manager, supervisor

(f.) stagiaire - intern

(m.) président-directeur général / PDG - chief executive officer / CEO

(f.) collègue - coworker

(m.) fondateur, (f.) fondatrice - founder

(f.) grève - strike

(v.) employer - to employ

(v.) être à l'heure - to be on time

(v.) être en retard - to be late

(m.) box - cubicle

(f.) salle de repos, salle de pause, salle du personnel - break room, staff room

(f.) réunion, conférence - meeting, conference

(f.) salle de réunion, salle de conférence - meeting room, conference room

(m.) espace de travail - workspace

(v.) faire une pause - to take a break

(f.) pause déjeuner, pause de midi - lunch break

(f.) tâche - task

(f.) date limite, (m.) dernier délai, (f.) échéance - deadline

(v.) finir - to finish

(v.) commencer - to begin

(v.) organiser - to organize

(v.) préparer - to prepare

(v.) se concentrer - to concentrate

(v.) collaborer - to collaborate

(m.) téléphone - telephone

(m.) ordinateur - computer

(m.) clavier - keyboard

(f.) souris - mouse

(m.) écran - screen

(f.) imprimante - printer

(m.) photocopier, (f.) photocopieuse - copying machine

(v.) appeler, téléphoner - to call

(v.) télécharger - to download

(v.) chercher - to search

(v.) taper - to type

(v.) cliquer - to click (with a mouse)

(v.) imprimer - to print

(v.) photocopier - to copy (with machine)

(m.) stylo - pen

(m.) crayon - pencil

(m.) surligneur - highlighter

(m.) ruban adhésif - tape

(m.) trombone - paperclip

(m.) dossier, (m.) fichier - file

(m.) papier - paper

(m.) classeur, (f.) chemise - folder

(m.) classeur [à tiriors] - filing cabinet

(f.) agrafeuse - stapler

(v.) écrire - to write

(v.) surligner, souligner - to highlight

(v.) scotcher - to tape

(v.) ranger, classer - to file, to classify

(v.) agrafer - to staple

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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝

it is said that distance makes the heart grow fonder. instead, it only proves to make the water levels rise a few millimeters.

pairing -> neuvillette x gn!reader

warnings -> sfw, sad neuvi & reader, smooching

notes -> reader's position is a non-canon one

character mentions -> lady furina, fontaine npcs, non-canon melusine characters

wc -> 2.1k

It wasn’t so often that the paths of you and your lover could so seamlessly cross.

As one might assume, governing a nation is not a walk in the park, nor is it a part-time position. It is a twenty-four-seven, midnight-to-midnight, no-matter-how-small-the-crisis job that someone has to take responsibility for— with Monsieur Neuvillette, the Chief Justice, leading the charge of each court proceeding and Lady Furina as its grandest witness, and you, the Maison Ordalie's Directeur Général, helping them to uphold Fontaine’s values and protecting its honour from outside the marbled walls of the Opera Epiclese, Fontaine is a tightly-run ship that seldom allows for its men to enjoy much free time.

Though when it did, finally exiting the realm of your job responsibilities only then meant having to catch up on your neglected home responsibilities— tackling the towers of only partially rinsed dishes; taking out the trash you just knew would be stinking up your foyer since you’d put it there three days ago (which had been the last time you’d even been inside your home); rewashing the load of laundry you’d run out of time to hang up to dry and now was, most likely, moulding from being left in basket, still damp. Ah, and there’s probably so much more you’d been forgetting about.

This cyclic routine of yours had become nauseating a long time ago, only proving capable of transfiguring your already sour mood into something brazenly foul. Typically, there were very few things to exist that could improve it again, but the soft, muffled knocking on your front door by one of your sweet Melusine neighbours when she realized you’d finally returned home, fortunately, is one of those few things.

More often than not, she would bake once the weekend began, knowing you to be around at least long enough to be able to consume perhaps one of her newly learned confections. Somedays, you’d even been lucky enough to sit and enjoy them together whilst enjoying the views from under your shared garden’s gazebo. Being that you lived on the first floor of a three-floored pied-à-terre with three other Melusine living above you, who had also been found lucky to have much more manageable lifestyles, they often cared for the plants of the garden when you could not.

Even luckier for you, though, was having such kind neighbours that would go out of their way to take care of those aforementioned chores for you. Garden tended; garbage bags mysteriously vanished from the inside stoop; dishes sparkling clean and put away in their respective cupboards; laundry thought a lost cause having been hung up, dried, and folded, awaiting your return for them to be returned to their drawers— none of this had been you. Elsie, your second floor neighbour, had been the culprit, you learn, having rounded up her sisters Elie and Eloie two days prior to your return to surprise you.

“Have you seen Monsieur Neuvillette lately?” Elsie inquires, looking up to you from her place on your stoop. When you step aside to let her in, she shakes her head, lavender-coloured ears whipping about. “I won’t be staying. I only came to say hello and to give these to you.”

“Oh, I see,” you say, accepting the circular tin she raises toward you. Cracking it open a few inches, you smile at the soft treats. “Madeleines! Thank you, Elzie. And, to answer your question, no… I haven’t seen him lately… not even for work.”

“You’re quite welcome. Please find time to share them with the Monsieur today, then. Sedene mentioned he looked restless this morning.”

Without missing a beat, your heart skips one of its own, and your expression twists habitually guiltily. You know full well your absence from him, and vice versa, isn’t to be helped, and that the two of you have had this same conversation many times over. But it never proves to help whenever someone else points out either of your miseries.

You’d always thought the Palais Mermonia to be particularly cold, in company’s sense. It never mattered that it was always full of people, of employees, and even of Lady Furina’s raucous, nails-on-a-chalkboard cackle of a laugh, because you knew its Chief Justice much too well. In spite of his assurances that he would be alright, mind occupied by having to organize new cases and sort out the old ones, it wouldn’t be too long of a time later that you found the skies overcast, and yourself drenched by a sudden downpour.

You supposed, after saying your farewells to Elsie, locking your front door, and making your way to the other end of the Court of Fontaine, that today would be no different. Of course, you remembered to carry your parasol on you this time, accompanied by the tin of fresh-baked madeleines you promised Elsie to eat up. Today, the sky was shining blue, quite literally only minutes ago. So, either something sad or distressing has crossed his path, or, he’d been feeling sentimental again, because it’s raining again.

At the very least, you hope the cause for it to be the latter. This way, it can easily be remedied by you appearing before him, rather than him being consumed by the details of a case so heavily, and for an unspecified period of time. And there have been too many of these as of late that compared to last year’s weather, one might consider the possibility of that prophecy coming true just a little sooner.

Clutching the cookies tighter to you and keeping a firm grip on the handle of your parasol, you hasten across the bridge of the Court Region Waterway untoward the Palais Mermonia, greeting Bruneau and Liath and Plessia as you pass. The main doors are heavy, but even with your arms full, you manage to pry one of them open enough to enter the building.

You don’t both to carry your umbrella with you — it would just be yet another mess the building’s staff would have to trail after you for to clean — and instead shove it into the corner to let it drip there, telling the one guard that you would return for it, and them saluting you in acknowledgement.

Inside the Palais Mermonia has always been a plethora of people, staff and guards and visitors alike, but it is as you’d said— there’s a certain degree of emptiness to it that unsettles you whenever you visit here. Perhaps the grave amount of case files that sat in the archives surrounding Monsieur Neuvillette’s office cast such a dreary spell over the place; having been the one to compile many of them, yourself, for his records, you know firsthand just how dark some of their contents had been— to have to pass those off and share them with your lover had been your major grievance for your position. There’d been nothing you hated more than sitting in during his readings and seeing his expression change from the joy of having you appear to him, to the rage and sorrow of taking in the details of a new case. In those moments, you made sure to hold him a little tighter, a little closer, and speak just a little sweeter to him, a little softer.

The rain would, eventually, subside.

You push open the door to his office as gently as possible, and shut it just as carefully so as not to startle him. Without looking first to confirm, you know that he sits at his desk, pouring over the day’s files and records while it pours outside. His stoicism masked the obvious, though at least, this had been to you only— something was weighing heavily enough on his mind that it’d begun to affect the weather outside. Spending enough time with the man made this easy to tell.

“Neuvillette,” you softly call to him when he’d yet to look up. He jerks slightly in his seat, stiff shoulders losing their tension upon recognizing your voice, and the corner of his lips rise before his eyes can even meet yours.

“My love.”

If having you appear in a room filled with such disheartening unkindness is his relief, yours had always been the advent of a smile on Neuvillette’s face. A rare glimpse of the peace you often find yourself daydreaming over while away, the rush of pure joy you feel at the sight of your lover relishing your presence is nearly akin to the blessing of the gods— you only embrace him tightly enough and hope this feeling reaches him.

Nose pressed into the side of your head, hands and arms cradling you almost impossibly close to him, he breathes you in as deeply as physically possible— yes, his gesture promises.

You raise your chin from his chest and peer up at him, grin lazed and tired but pleased all the same.

“You were finally released from your duties?”

“If it were easy to delegate them to my juniors, it might’ve taken less time to escape,” you muse, hands sliding down his robes to claim his hands in yours— he squeezes them gently, grateful. “No one seems to know how to write a proper report anymore; I feel like I’m grading homework.” Neuvillette laments at the sudden shift in your expression, its complete opposite serving to dim the light in your eyes. By the way your grip tightens beneath his fingers, he supposes it must have little to do with your subordinates, after all.

“It’s… been raining for so long now,” you mumble into him, cookie tin forgotten atop his desk. “I tried to hurry to you, I-I…”

Neuvillette’s hand shifts along one of yours, quick to fit thin, nimble fingers in between your trembling ones. He lifts it, and presses your palm and fingertips into the smooth, porcelain coolness of his cheek— few words are found necessary, you’d both once agreed, as he’d always been a man of sterling gestures over forced sentimentality. In each glance, each touch, each curve of his lips upward, his vehemence never went unnoticed; it’d simply been his brand of love— demure and chaste, but abundant. There’d been no questioning his intention.

“I would sooner give up my position if it meant I could stay at your side at all times, if it meant you wouldn’t cry so much. If it meant you wouldn’t suffer alone.” Neuvillette sighs, a would-be defeated sound if not for remembering who he was standing with. “I… feel useless on days like these when I’m not with you.”

“Justice cannot relent so long as villainy works around the clock. It is our sworn duty to see such justice prevail, after all.” Neuvillette swipes a thumb over your lip, and subconsciously, you lean into his palm almost delightedly. “And you have done so beautifully, and without malice. Every word written in those reports from your juniors, while, written juvenilely, speak of your fairness. Your impartiality. Your ability to see both the truth and the good in all.” He turns his hand, pressing his lips into your palm. “It is admirable. It is my pride for you. It is why, as much as I wish you could stay at my side, as you said, I hope you can see the value and honour you bring in helping to protect Fontaine. I can’t imagine many else doing so well as you do.”

You raise your free hand back up to his chest, and push. A fraction of a single second is spent wide-eyed and confused until Neuvillette’s legs hit one of the many couches within the four walls of his office, and he is forced off-balanced into its plush. Your other hand gone unrelinquished, you fall with him, knees parted to either side of his and dipped deep into the cushion; Neuvillette’s breath hitches unnoticeably, yet at your sudden embolden proximity, his pale cheeks burn with vermillion.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you, you know,” your murmur.

A kiss to his temple, to the swell atop his cheek, to the button of his nose, and to the cleft of his lip— you lower yourself into his lap, parted lips dropping to slot between his and hands rising to thread into his strands of falling starlight, pulling him ever closer into you. It’s not enough, simply consuming him. You only wish to drown his sorrows, by whatever means necessary and however possible. If this means only having mere moments to appear before him, to deliver him sweets and treats of various kinds — not including yourself, of course — and holding him as tenderly as you do now for what seconds you must have left before having to leave again—

Tongue posed at his lower lip, your gaze is brought to the side and through the glass of the window. The rain. It stopped.

“And I can promise… you’re doing a fine job of it, my love.”

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En pensant au conflit entre Ezran et Callum, ça m'a rappelé celui de Yang et Ruby dans rwby. Tous les quatres, sont frères et soeurs dans leurs séries respectifs. Dans le volume 7, Ruby a fait confiance au précédent directeur de l'académie de Mistral. Pour qu'au final, il les trahit. Et par la suite ils ont apprit que leur propre directeur a aussi caché des choses sur le conflit avec Salem. Poussant Ruby à mentir sur la relique qu'ils avaient à Ironwood, le général d'Atlas. Dans TDP, les deux frères n'ont plus de maison, détruit par Sol Regem. Ezran ne peut pas se venger sur lui vu qu'il est mort. Et maintenant Ezran a rejeté sa colère et sa haine sur Runaan le faisant arrêter.

Malgré les circonstances différentes, il y a quelques similarités. Yang a suivi l'approche de Ruby et ça a eu des conséquences. Ils sont devenus recherchés, Yang pense que les habitants d'Atlas doivent être sauvés en priorité. Tandis que Ruby pense que les gens doivent être au courant de la menace de Salem. Ezran quand à lui n'a pas l'intention d'écouter Rayla. Alors que Rayla ne pense qu'à ramener son père chez lui. Jaune et Callum agissent comme le médiateur, Callum parlant à Ezran sur le fait que la situation est compliqué mais qu'il a pardonné à Zubeia. Tandis que Jaune propose de faire deux équipes un qui sauvera les habitants d'Atlas. L'autre se chargera de répandre le message sur la menace de Salem. Ce genre de conflit montre que justement aucun n'a raison ni tort. C'est comment ils gèrent la situation et les deux séries l'ont très bien montrés en donnant aux perso un rôle précis sur ce qu'ils doivent faire.

Thinking about the conflict between Ezran and Callum, it reminded me of Yang and Ruby in rwby. All four are siblings in their respective series. In volume 7, Ruby trusted the previous principal of Mistral Academy. Only for him to betray them. And later they learned that their own principal also hid things about the conflict with Salem. Pushing Ruby to lie about the relic they had in Ironwood, Atlas' general. In TDP, the two brothers no longer have a home, destroyed by Sol Regem. Ezran can't take revenge on him, since he's dead. And now Ezran has vented his anger and hatred on Runaan, causing him to be arrested.

Despite the different circumstances, there are some similarities. Yang followed Ruby's approach and it had consequences. They've become wanted, with Yang believing that the people of Atlas must be saved first. Ruby, on the other hand, thinks people need to know about Salem's threat. Ezran has no intention of listening to Rayla. While Rayla is all about getting her father home. Jaune and Callum act as mediators, Callum telling Ezran that the situation is complicated but that he had forgiven Zubeia. While Jaune proposes to make two teams, one to save the people of Atlas. The other will spread the word about Salem's threat. This kind of conflict shows that neither side is right or wrong. It's how they deal with the situation, and both series have shown this very well by giving the characters a precise role in what they must do.

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La PNH reprend le contrôle de l'Hôpital Général et lance des opérations contre les gangs

Le Directeur Général de la Police Nationale d’Haïti (PNH), Rameau Normil, a annoncé lors d’un point de presse ce lundi que la PNH avait repris le contrôle de l’Hôpital Général. Accompagné du Commandant de la Mission de Maintien de la Stabilité (MMS), il a également déclaré que des opérations vigoureuses seraient lancées contre les gangs qui perturbent la sécurité publique. Le commandant en chef…

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ATELIER D’IMMERSION DES MEMBRES DU CNT : Aboubacar Sidiki Fomba loue les «les efforts inestimables» du Directeur général et du personnel de l’INPS

L’Institut national de prévoyance sociale (INPS) a organisé, le 12 décembre 2023 dans la salle Wa Kamissoko du CICB, un atelier d’immersion des membres du Conseil national de Transition (CNT), notamment des membres de sa Commission du Développement social et de la Solidarité. En plus des membres du CNT et de l’INPS, cet atelier a aussi enregistré la participation des membres du cabinet du…

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PRISE DE COMMANDEMENT A LA DIRECTION GÉNÉRALE DES EAUX, FORETS ET CHASSE:  LE MINISTRE JOSÉ TONATO INVESTIT OFFICIELLEMENT LE CONSERVATEUR MAJOR  RÉMI HEFOUME  DANS SES FONCTIONS DE DIRECTEUR GÉNÉRAL.

Le Conservateur Major Rémi HEFOUME, jusqu’ici Directeur par intérim a désormais et officiellement le commandement de la Direction générale des eaux, forêts et chasse du Bénin. En effet, le 08 novembre 2023, sur proposition du Ministre du Cadre de Vie et des Transports Chargé du Développement Durable, José Tonato, le Président de la République Patrice Talon, Chef suprême des armées a nommé…

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1er mars 1699 : entrée en vigueur du droit des pauvres prélevé sur la recette des théâtres ➽ http://bit.ly/Droit-Pauvres-Theatre Un siècle et demi après une première expérience, depuis abandonnée et oubliée, de prélèvement d'un impôt sur le théâtre en faveur des pauvres, l'arrêt de 1699 enjoint aux comédiens de donner le sixième de la recette aux pauvres de l’hôpital général, les directeurs détournant aussitôt la loi en augmentant le prix des places