« Hold on, we need to talk, this doesn't add up » Friday morning, 9:15 AM. Françoise is in her cockpit — three screens: on the left the Excel attendance sheet she's kept up to date for fifteen years, on the right Sage, and in the middle Rembrandt for three weeks now. Cup in hand, the one with her face printed on it that someone gave her at Christmas. She swivels in her chair and calls over from her office: « Michel, combien on a d'inscrits pour la rentrée, dis-moi ? » — Michel, how many are enrolled for the new term, tell me? I type SELECT COUNT(*) FROM inscriptions WHERE statut='inscrit' and give her a number. She writes it down, checks her Excel, counts line by line the way she always does, and forty-five seconds later I hear her step out of the next office: « Bon attends, il faut qu'on se voie toi et moi, ça colle pas. » — Hold on, we need to sit down, this doesn't add up. Céline had enrolled in September for seven courses. One contract, one signature, one instalment plan.…