It started when the phone rang.
I looked up from my desk and took my cellphone out of my hoodie pocket. I flicked it on and saw that I didn't recognize the number. I sighed and was about to put the phone down, but... eh, I figured that it might be a little important. I swiped the phone to answer and held it up to my ear with my shoulder as I returned to work.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hello, this is Legit Collector from the Equestrian Revenue service, and I am calling in regards to a recent lawsuit that has been brought up against you for failure to pay your income tax on time."
I rolled my eyes and uncapped my pen. I hated prank calls. "I don't have time for this, sir. I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me on this number again."
"Ma'am, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Our records show that you owe the ERS ten thousand, nine hundred and fifty-five bits and forty-two cents. Should--"
"I don't owe the IRS anything, sir, now if you could--"
"Ma'am, I must ask you to not interrupt me. Our records indicate that you have failed to pay your income tax for the years of two-thousand and fifteen to two-thousand and nineteen. If you do not resolve this matter, I will sign the warrant for your arrest, and we will seize all property, bank accounts, passports, and anything else we need to pay off your debt. Now, may I have your name, please?"
"It's Lauren Faust, now--"
"NOPE!"
SLAM!