Dear Candy Stripes,
Snnrk… ahem, my apologies. Mister Stripes, when I first looked into who you were, I did not see that name coming. Candy is just… well, I’m sure you’ve heard your fill of insults just from that name alone, so I won’t bother adding any more to that.
However, after reading the Saddle Row Review of Rarity For You, the interview brought something quite big to light about what you’ve done. Namely, your highly unethical extortion of Rarity in regards to hiring your daughter, Plaid Stripes, on her staff. A daughter, mind you, that apparently has about as much experience in fashion as Rainbow Dash, if slightly more at best in terms of her unusually novel ideas.
Now, I would absolutely adore telling you off in regards to how you made your daughter’s employment a condition to keep the rent at its originally agreed-upon rate being one of the most abhorrent things I’ve seen this month. It’s a disgusting ploy that I would personally love for you to see some due process for, were it not for the fact that Rarity managed to work with your adjusted terms, and at present time does not have any current issues with the arrangement.
However, there is still a rather large concern. I am fully aware of Manehatten having basically no rent control laws in place, and those that do exist don’t apply to your building at all. Thus, I know that you know you are more than capable of charging Rarity’s rent sky-high regardless of your daughter’s employment in her business.
But you’re not going to do that, are you? Because it’s one thing to give an unreasonable demand with threat of rent increase, and it’s another to still raise the rent even if that demand is met. Why, that second part sounds like the sort of situation for Rarity to tell Coco to start laying off staff just to keep up with your increased rent payments, and surely you wouldn’t try to make sure your daughter is exempt from such treatment? Because she won’t. I should then hope you don’t make any rash decisions in that case, such as threatening to raise the rent higher if Plaid’s on the chopping block. Nepotism only carries so much weight, Candy Stripes, and this particular action will let you see its breaking point. And with that, I issue a formal warning.
Should this situation or something similar like it come to pass, I’ll make sure you will see your day in court. My court. Not the courts of Manehatten where mob bribery is a thing every other trial (not for long), but a hallowed court where the truth of your actions shall be laid bare, including your original extortion which happens to still be illegal. Landlord retaliation is quite a nasty thing, Candy Stripes, and you’ll find out just how nasty it can get if you happen to push the wrong buttons.
Of course, you could always take no action if, for any reason, Plaid gets fired regardless of the rent status. That would be the smart thing to do as opposed to forcibly evicting a tenant that has fully acted within their legal rights to do.
Oh, there is one small thing. Well, not small. It’s quite huge, actually. You see, I’ve been bothering Mayor Mulligan about the current housing conditions of Manehatten, which saw fit to make alleyway homes an actual thing.
As of hearing about this review, I’ll be discussing with him in person about some of the outlandish rent rates in Manehatten, as you are not the only one with no restrictions on rent. If all goes well, you should expect some citywide rent regulation laws by the end of the month.
Again, I must state that you do nothing rash with this information. I extended this tidbit to you as a courtesy, not an insult. I have no real reason to tell you of this change (in fact I’m sure you would have heard about it on your own in time) this far in advance, but should you decide to alter the rent and “pretend” it’s not related to these new regulations, we’ll have another talk about good ethics in person.
It’ll be a twelve-hour lecture. Bring a thick notebook.
Best Regards,
Princess Celestia
P.S. I think it’s for the best that noone knows your name is actually Candy Stripes. Maybe change it to just Mister Stripes. That way, noone will ever know the truth. Except for me, that is.
It’ll be our little secret.