I sit behind my desk in my office, reading the daily mail. Once I had sorted and read the mail, I came across the final item of the day; the response from Pinkie Pie herself, she had approved my daughter to start at her Academy for gifted Earthponies.
Of course I had told my daughter; Diamond Tiara of my decision as I sent the application and she had agreed, or seemed to agree at the time. Maybe she merely had given me the impression not to anger me at the time or because she did not know the implications, but I had sent it.
As a success-full business Pony, my correspondence is very important to me. It is how I keep track of my business and what is on the up and up. As a father, my daughter is the most precious thing I have. As much as I may love my wife and partner, it is up to Diamond Tiara to take over and carry on my legacy.
I felt as if I had failed her, in some respects. My wife had been there to explain things. Yet, I later had realized, just how far astray my daughter had strayed. Thankfully, some Pony had been there for her. The Cutie mark Crusaders. To some, it sounds as if that fact should gull me no end. Maybe they don’t know how my business had been made possible?
Of course, the fillies are no longer blank flanks and can’t be considered misguided by any means. I know Ponies go to them for guidance, and they do deliver an outstanding product in the services they offer.
It is only too natural for me, to want the very best for my daughter, Diamond Tiara. I can’t afford to take chances, this is my future and the legacy in which I have poured in my very soul into. A professional is required.
What pony is more renown than Pinkie Pie? I have had more than enough dealings with her in the past to know. I had trusted in Pinkie Pie to throw the party for her Cuteciniera, and for good reasons. Pinkie Pie knows Ponies, every pony and in the most intimate details you could possibly think up.
The personal touches, and the face of the business is at stake, if I make a bad move now. My daughter needs to understand Ponies, and to know, and understand how to read them in order for the success. Of course, Pinkie Pie also have the stamina, the determination and perseverance to push her agenda to the limit. And beyond, just for good measure. Okay, maybe she can go overboard and push too far, on occasion?
There is always the other reason, I can see my daughter in person. Pinkie Pie lives and operate in Ponyville, which is exactly where I live and base my business. Besides, I know and love the village. I have my reasons. I can trust the Ponies I see and have little to nothing to fear. Unless a Bug-Bear is escaping Tartarus, but there is no way of predicting that. If it happened, not even the Royal city of Canterlot is safe.
“Diamond, it is time for you to go to the Academy!” I state.
“Yes, Father!” she replies, not quite sure what to think.
“Now, be a good little filly and do as the Mare instructs you. Understand?” I told her, sternly.
“Yes, Father!” she replies, not to disappoint me.
“Good! Put on your saddle bags and trot over to the Academy!” I instruct her.
“Yes, Father!” she replies, as she darts off to put on her saddle bags.
I follow her quietly, noting that she did indeed put the saddle bags on before she returned. From there she trotted up to the door and turned her head towards me.
“Fare well, Father; hope I will make you proud!” she said, on her way out.
“Fare well, my dearest Daughter, and best of luck!” I prompted, as she closed the door behind herself and trotted off towards the Academy.
“There, I have done all I can for her, for now!” I think, as I trot back to my office.
I find the quite relaxing, usually; only now it is not, and I can’t quite put a hoof as to why. At first, it is bothering me. I sigh, and breath out.
When I am alone in my office, I am relaxed. None is bothering me about anything. I just take care of business as usual.
My wife is not home since she is at work. Caring for her Clients. It is her place, just as her mark had stated. I don’t bother or blame her for it.
Of course, my daughter had just trotted out of our home, alone. Her friend, Silver Spoon is doing Celestia knows what. That is not my problem, it is not my concern. Not right now, at least.
“I enjoy doing my work at home, preparing for what is ahead. While the adventure of seeing Ponies in the field is fun, too!” I think, as I cast a glance at the interior of my office.
Everything kept in a neat order. I can find anything and everything in my office, at a moment’s notice. Whatever I need, whenever I need it, and whatever the reason or reasons may be; I can find it myself, or direct my wife or daughter to pick it up for me.
Just as I sit in my office chair, leaning back and relax, there is a knock on the front door. I do recognize the distinct knocking, while I guess the time may be a dead giveaway too.
I raise to my hooves and open the door to my office, before I trot over to the outer door of my mansion and open the door.
“Greetings, Derpy!” I exclaim.
“Greetings, Filthy!” she responds with a smile.
Of course I can see the letter she is holding in her mouth.
“You have mail!” she exclaims, excitedly, as she reaches forwards and deliver the envelope to me.
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