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- >It was time to do your solemn duty.
- >'Don't shoot the messenger!' You would say jokingly.
- >You know full well she wouldn't hold back.
- >Being the Mayor's Aide is...trying...at times.
- >Like now.
- >But more often than not, it's just fetching stuff.
- >Ever since you arrived in Equestria, the mayor of the town you live in wanted to keep your close.
- >So here you are, walking towards her office with a stack of papers, waiting approval.
- >A varied amount of subjects, for sure.
- >The Apple family requests to cut down more of the Everfree for the orchard.
- >Rarity is buying claims in the quarries for gem hunting.
- >Maybe you tossed in a restraining order against Fluttershy, but that's aside the point.
- >What's most important lies at the very bottom.
- >Beneath all the standard law dribble...
- >You make it to her office.
- >Three knocks on the door, and a cheerful voice pops up on the other end.
- >"Yes yes, come in!"
- >Why were you so hesitant?
- >Oh, right, the document.
- >Swallowing your fear, you walk in the room.
- >"Anon, good to see you!"
- >She's bright and cheerful as ever.
- "Hello Mayor Mare."
- >"Oh please Anon, just call me Mare."
- >So informal.
- "Alright Mare, I have a new stack of documents for you..."
- >Handing her the stack, she places it on her desk.
- >"Ugh, another set of legal documents? Let's get this over with.."
- >She picks up the first paper.
- >"Applejack requesting to cut down more Everfree! Absolutely not! The wildlife needs a place to stay too."
- >You nod in agreement. Absolutely right.
- >She stamps the paper with a deep red VOID stamp, and pushes it aside.
- >"Next...Rarity's gem expedition? Of course! It brings in such revenue for the town."
- >Right again. Mayor Mare knows her stuff when it comes to P0nyville.
- >Switching stamps, she marks this one with a vibrant green APPROVED.
- >She starts speeding through the other, more obvious requests.
- >Yes, more school funding.
- >No, cutting wages for sky-clearers.
- >The list goes on, and Mayor Mare handled it all with ease.
- >Impressive to say the least, you would have no idea where to begin with all this stuff.
- >"A restraining order on Fluttershy. Another one?"
- >So you aren't the first? Odd.
- >She approves it without a second glance.
- >Finally, she reaches the bottom of the stack.
- >You're sweating bullets as she picks it up to read.
- >"Ah, a res..."
- >Silence.
- "My, uh, resignation form."
- >Before you can get out another word, she's slams the red stamp on the sheet.
- >Again.
- >And again.
- >And again.
- >Eventually, it's as if the paper was bleeding, the red ink dripping from it in such high quantities.
- >She looks up at you.
- >"How DARE you!"
- >Standing up from her mayoral seat, she stomp in front of you.
- >"You want to stop working here? After how nicely I've treated you?!"
- >You're way past backed up into the wall at this point.
- "Listen for a second..."
- >"No."
- >A stern look meets your eyes.
- >"I've made sure you working here was smooth and painless, I've given you good hours and good pay..."
- "I know, just-"
- >"I gave you extra breaks, easy assignments..."
- "Yes, and I-"
- >"You spent most of your time helping ME out..."
- >You say nothing, as you could swear tears are starting to form.
- >"And, I thought you ENJOYED working under me..."
- "I do, but..."
- >She doesn't interrupt this time.
- "...I have a few issues with your employee's policies."
- >She seems shocked at this.
- >"How! I've made sure EVERYTHING was fair!"
- "You did a great job of it, but there's one thing that I've looked over, and it's a dealbreaker for me."
- >On the verge of crying, she looks at you.
- >"What is it, I can change it!"
- >With a sly grin, you hold up a copy of your Employee's handbook.
- "You see, it says in here that you aren't allowed to date fellow staff members..."
- >She's speechless.
- "And I had this dinner reservation tonight at 6, so I was hoping..."
- >Unable to finish your own sentence, you're interrupted by a swift smack to the forehead.
- >"You can have the rest of the day off. I expect you first thing in the morning tomorrow."
- >With that, she walks out of the room.
- >That was abrupt.
- >Is that a...yes? Or...
- >Confused as hell, you rub the forehead bump lightly.
- >It feels...wet.
- >Were you sweating that much?
- >You leave the office shortly after her, and head to the restroom to clean up.
- >Before you manage to put a towel to your face, you notice it.
- >In vibrant green ink.
- >'APPROVED'.
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