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Prologue
Prologue
Rrrring! Rrrring! Rrrring!
"Yo." The stallion casually said in his smooth tone.
"It's me."
Oh sweet Celestia. It was him. What did he want this time? More money? Was he notifying him of another "visit"? Whatever it was, The Boss unnerved him. "Boss! Hey! Whaddya need? You know me, I'm always here for when you need me!"
In his usual chilling tone The Boss revealed his intentions. "I've got a new job for you. Someone special. Someone elite. High priority. You up for it?"
Thank god, it was just another job. He had escaped another visit. This time. "Uh, yeah! Of course boss, I'm always up for whatever you got in mind!"
"Excellent. I'll give you the details, you get the job done, and some bits are yours."
"Whoa whoa whoa, bits? How much are we talkin' here?" He was astounded. This job must mean a lot to The Boss. He never gave out bits to his workers. Ever.
"Enough for you to get through the next few visits. We'll discuss that later. As for the job…"
The stallion began to twirl the phone cord in curiosity; this was going to be interesting. "I'm all ears. Shoot."
It was mid-afternoon at Carousel Boutique, and all was splendid. Rarity had just finished her last commercial order for the day, was ready to begin the final touches on her dresses for her first self-hosted fashion show in Canterlot. She was calling it: Canterlot Capital's Finest, a show she had planned for months. Fashionistas and models from around Equestria were going to come, not wanting to miss such a landmark in the career of Equestria's newest freelance designer. It was huge, the most glamorous of all the events Rarity had ever attended. Naturally, she had made her most glamorous line of dresses yet for the occasion. They were stunning, made out of her new specially-made diamond-infused fabric. It took hours to make, requiring tedious amounts of magic, sewing, and careful gem choice. The results were, in her opinion, worth all the work and more though; as the special fabric sparkled like none other, with a vibrant shine and eye-catching luster. Using this silk of gods, she had made her line of dresses for the show's finale, after all she thought, you have to save the best for last.
Done with remembering, Rarity went into her design room and to the back closet, where she kept all her work-in-progress dresses. After sifting through what seemed like an endless amount of unfinished works, she found their box. Marked with the letters "VID" (Very Important Dresses) in thick red sparkle marker, she could feel her excitement rising. Every time she saw these dresses, the made her smile with joy at how far she had come. She pulled the box out of the closet, and then took it to her blank design mares. Excited to work on them again, she whipped open the box like a filly on Hearth's Warming Eve, and stared at the cardboard bottom of the box.
"MY DRESSES ARE GONE!!!" Rarity exclaimed, stressed and angered. "Who, who could have done this!?" Then she thought about her. "SWEETIE BELLE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
Sure enough, Sweetie Belle appeared, trotting down the stairwell. "Whoa sis! What is it? Are you alright?"
Rarity was fuming. "What. Did. You. Do. With. My. Special. DRESSES??" She breathed heavily through her nostrils, to emphasize her anger.
Sweetie Belle looked taken aback. "Your special dresses? I didn't touch them! I mean, I know I'm your little sister and all, but after almost ruining your headdress, I would never touch one of your works."
The stress was rising in Rarity's body now. "Wh-what? You didn't take my dresses? If you didn't, then who did?" Tears were forming in Rarity's eyes, this was starting to look very bad.
"I'm sorry sis," Sweetie Belle replied, "but I have no idea."
