"Hello? This is Coco Pommel speaking."

"Coco! Darling! Ready for your big day!?"

She knew that voice instantaneously. It was the same voice that taught her so much when Coco was just a lowly assistant to that Prada-wearing she-devil. Those were days that Coco considered some of her darkest, when she felt so worthless as a person and as a designer. Suri treated her like dirt, and she blindly went along with it solely because she wanted to not lose her chance to be in the industry that she aspired to succeed in as a little girl. So naturally, it felt liberating when she officially quit after deleting all of Suri's future clothing designs. Right before she 'nuked' her hard drive as well; a final "fuck you" signed, sealed, and delivered from Coco Pommel with love.

"Yes, but I'm nervous, Rarity," Coco answered. It wasn't every day that she was to meet five different men she had never met before for five possible job opportunities in a different part of Equestria. It also didn't help that the city was one with a reputation and class like Canterlot.

"Don't be nervous, darling. I'm sure everybody will love you. You will have your pick of employers, which, by the way, a few of them are quite strapping and loaded with cash if I say so myself."

"That's good to know Rarity, but-."

"No, No! No buts. Just remember this before you go: put me down for a reference. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you!"

Coco had thanked Rarity before they both hung up, not before Rarity gave Coco one last 'good luck'.

Coco Pommel was in her best and cutest clothes for this occasion. The day before she had her hair done to look at its best. Her nails were freshly dried and coated with polish. Her perfume was a classic citrus and lilac blend that drove the men wild most times; the straight men at least. She was ready for a new change in her young life, either by her qualifications, beauty or charm. It did not matter to her. Either way, she was determined to end up living in the city of the elites and live the lifestyle she had dreamed of so many years ago.

Coco left her cramped studio apartment and headed down towards the city streets. Her usually little self-confidence boosted when she was making men turn heads, even those who were holding hands with their special someone, to the evil glares of their significant other. Her taxi driver would take a quick glance at her every so often on the way to the train station. Coco looked out into the city streets and saw the excitement of it. Although she loved Manehattan, she knew that sacrificing it for the status and privilege of Canterlot living was worth it.

She arrived at the Grand Neightral Station with the same result: She looked fabulous, and the entire station knew it. Coco, at that point, felt like she could do no wrong.

A quick glance at the people in the train revealed only one person she wanted to sit with: tall, blond, fair skinned. He looked like he came from the heavens itself.

When he asked for the time, all Coco could have said was "Handsome."

"Thank you miss, but I doubt that is the time," he commented with a smile.

"I'm so sorry. It's 8 am," Coco answered embarrassingly. She was smitten by the man, and it was pretty difficult to hide it.

They hit it off well on the entire train ride to Canterlot. The man was a former accountant to a boss from hell as well. They swapped stories about their former employers. The man's boss was a massive slave driver and a terrible person, in general. The man on the train left the company by posting pictures of his boss going into a hotel room with a hooker on the company's website. And for added effect, he added the same photo on his boss's personal casebook and tagged the wife and mother.

The attention turned to Canterlot appearing within view. Both Coco and the man went through their things to make sure it was all in their bags. In Coco's case, it was her purse. Wallet? Check. Makeup? Check. Perfume? Check. Everything else was accounted for, so all there was left to do was to go get herself a job, well minus getting the man's number: which was easy. They exchanged phone numbers and wished each other the best with a hug as the train arrived at the station.

"So, how about a good luck kiss?" he asked with a devilish smile.

Coco could only giggle like a flushed schoolgirl. "You'll have to buy me dinner first."

Author's Note

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