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The sun shone high over the hustling and bustling city of Manehattan. Busy working ponies were flooding the streets on their way to and from work or heading to one of the main hotspots of the city. Amongst them was Front Page, who was also on his way to work. High above the crowds, he flew over them with the wind blowing through his black and blue mane, his white coat blowing too. He smiled happily as he soared through the sky, waving to a few of the ponies who turned their eyes to towards the sky and saw him there. Racing through the skies, his eyes remained trained down towards the ground. He eventually spotted his destination, Mane Street, and in turn the building at the end of the street.
The large building was adorned with a large sign, a large newspaper, on the top of it which read 'Manehattan Daily Print'. Front Page could see a few ponies going in and out of the built as he flew over. Landing in front of the building, he folded his wings and headed up the stairs to the main doorway. Pulling it open and heading inside, the hustling and bustling sounds intensified. Conversations were in full flow between ponies, whilst others were writing up reports at their desk or getting a much needed cup of coffee. Looking around the room, Front Page smiled happily, making his way over to grab his press badge from the badge room and then headed to his desk and took a seat. As he got comfortable, he looked at the files on his desk of reports that needed writing up. He was about to pick up the file at the top of the pile but a voice behind him caught his attention.
"The star article writer graces us with his presence." A stallion said, making Front Page turn around. Behind him was another pegasus stallion, the brightness of his green fur only cancelled out by his bright blonde mane.
"Free Fall!" Front Page said with a smile, the two of them performing a secret hoofshake including hoofbumps and other movements. "You're here early."
"I got a big story I'm working on." Free Fall answered.
"Asking street vendors what their best sale was doesn't count as big news."
"Oh hardy har har. It's actually a story about treasure hunters."
This intrigued Front Page, making him reconsider what he was about to say. He was completely stumped.
"Actual treasure hunters?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, some of them live here in Manehattan and I'm gonna get some news on what happened on their latest adventure." Free Fall answered excitedly.
"I'm gonna have to take a read of that report when you're done with it." Front Page said.
"You got it." Free Fall nodded. "Oh, by the way, got another file here for you."
Taking the file, Front Page quickly skimmed over it before placing back down on his desk. "Thanks, I'll go over these in a sec."
As the conversation continued between the pair, the room would gradually fill up with more and more ponies and each of them with their own work to get done. Taking the hint, Free Fall got on his way. Grabbing his things from his desk, he gave one more wave to Front Page and then pulled open the door, making his way outside. Front Page waved back as he left, only looking back at the files after Free Fall was out of sight. Looking through the files, there were various stories and leads that he would be able to follow up on.
Let's see here...
A new bakery is opening? Nah.
The Manehattan Hoofball team is holding a tryout event. I do like my hoofball.
A burst water main in the shopping district? Nope.
A new play this weekend? Meh.
"There has to be something worth reporting on." Front Page groaned in moderate annoyance. Looking through the files again, he weighed up his options. It was something that he usually just got on with, picking up the top file and then heading out to get the story. But this time, something felt different. It was like he was still liking for that story that would blow all the others out of the water, something like Free Fall's treasure hunter story. Reading over the files for the third time, Front Page groaned in irritation once again at his indecisiveness. As irritated as he was, he remained professional and eventually calmed himself down. Picking his head up, he looked around at the other reporters and writers who were busy getting the latest news ready to be published as well as others coming in and out to get the newest headlines to write about. That's when a tap on the shoulder got his attention. Turning around, he was greeted by an earth pony stallion wearing a press badge similar to his.
"Hey Front, I'm not interrupting you am I?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Not at all, Freelance, what's up?" Front Page said.
"Miss Feature is wanting to see you." Freelance said.
"She does? Must be something important, thanks for the heads up." Front Page nodded his head thankfully as he stood up from his desk. Waving goodbye, the two stallions went their separate ways.
Stepping out of the writing room, Front Page made his way up the staircase at the opposite side of the room came to a hallway. Adorning the walls, on either side, well selling articles as well as various awards the company had won in recent times. There were several office doors on either side of the hallway, belonging to the higher up members of the company. At the far end of the hallway was the door of the office he had been sent to. Walking towards the door, his brain raced with the thoughts of what he could have been called for. His thought process wouldn't last long as he would eventually come to a stop in front of the door. Raising his hoof and knocking on the door, he took a step back and patiently waited for an answer.
"Who is it?" A mare's voice asked from the other side.
"It's Front Page, ma'am." Front answered.
After a couple of seconds of silence, the door opened and a mare poked her head out of the door. Her mane was short and swept to the side and her eyes were the most brilliant and beautiful gold, matching segments of her mane.
"Just the stallion I wanted to see." she said with a pleasant smile.
"Miss Premium Feature, is everything alright?" Front Page asked.
"Yes yes, come on in." she answered, pulling open the door to allow him inside.
Stepping inside her office, Front Page looked around at the framed picture and awards the covered the walls. One of the pictures in question was of Premium Feature standing between two ponies, holding her article. The unicorn mare to her left had a slim but stunning figure with a white coat and a light pink mane and tail. Whilst the unicorn stallion to her right, who also had a white coat, was sporting a pristine suit with a monocle over his left eye. His mane and tail were the same shade of blue, matching his moustache.
"How long ago was this?" Front Page asked.
"Only a couple of years ago." Premium Feature answered, getting a smile from Front Page in response. "You're probably wondering what I've called you up here for."
"Yes ma'am, Freelance told me that you were looking for me." Front Page nodded.
"How have your reports been lately?"
"My reports?"
"That's right."
The question had caught Front Page off guard. He pondered for a minute if there was something more to what she was asking. Upon doing that, he thought back to previous assignments he'd gone on and the reports he'd made.
"They're going well, although I've been looking at my files recently and the potential opportunities all seem quite... tame. For lack of a better term." Front Page said.
"I see, well I may just have something that might peak your interest, if you'd like to hear it?" Premium Feature began.
"What did you have in mind?" Front Page asked, intrigued.
Premium Feature walked over to her desk and pulled a file out of a drawer. "This."
Taking the file as she gave it to him, Front Page looked through it and his eyes widened at the description of the assignment. "This... this is..."
"Mhm."
"Interviewing a heiress?!" Front exclaimed.
"Not so tame now, is it?" Premium asked with a smirk.
"I... I don't know what to say."
"I can always give this job to someone else~."
"Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'd be happy to take this."
His response got a smile out of her and in turn, she held out her hoof towards him. Front Page looked at her hoof and paused for a moment. Looking back up at her, he began to smile. A smile that matched hers. Closing the file and and tucking it under his wing, he raised up his hoof and took hold of hers as the two engaged in a hoofshake.
"On the bottom of the file is the address, they'll be expecting your arrival within the next few hours." Premium Feature pointed out.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Front Page saw it was almost noon. "I better head for the station." he said.
"Make sure that you take your things with you. There's no telling what questions you might ask or even how the experience might go as a whole. Make sure that you get every little detail and report back when you can." Premium Feature said, looking at the file he was holding.
"Yes ma'am." Front Page said as he turned towards the door and opened it. "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't, now get going." Premium Feature said, shooing him out the door.
Getting back out into the hallway, file in hoof, Front Page shut the door and began walking. An actual heiress... I don't believe it. Calm down Front, this is something you can't afford to mess up. Walking down the stairs and back to his desk, he picked up his notepads and quills, as well as a camera. Putting the strap on round his neck, he grabbed a few other things and placed them into a bag before heading out of the main door that he had come through earlier.
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The walk through the Manehattan streets was a quick one, the anticipation and excitement increasing more by the minute in Front Page's body. He couldn't stop thinking about what this opportunity could mean for his career as a reporter and the doors this could open in future for him. Free Fall isn't gonna hear the end of this. Soon enough, he came up to the Manehattan train station. There were other ponies heading into the station and coming out as he got there, some carrying luggage and others barely carrying anything. Businessponies were heading to work, carrying their briefcases and looking very well groomed whilst dressed up mares and stallions were coming into Manehattan to live it up and enjoy the nightlife.
If only they knew. Smirking to himself, not wanting to waste anymore time, Front Page quickly headed inside and went to the platform he needed in order to get his train. It was a good thing he got there when he did as when he turned the corner onto his platform, the train was sitting there waiting with ponies getting on.
"All aboard that's coming aboard! All aboard for Ponyville!" A mare called out, waving her hoof in the air.
Front Page quickly trotted over and walked past the mare, stepping onto the train and finding a seat. Putting his bag down and taking a seat beside the window, Front Page got settled in for the journey ahead. Glancing out of the window as the mare outside was still calling out, he watched as the last few stragglers managed to get onto the train. Glad to see they all got on safely, he turned his attention to his bag momentarily. That's when the train gave a small shunt, making him look up at the window once again. Slowly, the train pulled out of the station and headed off down the tracks. Destination: Ponyville.
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As the train came out of Manehattan and headed in the direction of Ponyville, Front Page began to go over the file once again. Looking through the details, he scanned through the main aspects which in turn gave him questions he could ask later on.
"Heiress to the Golden Horseshoe Tea Company, she's passionate about the company, she has.... potential suitors?" Front Page muttered to himself as he read. "Who is this mare?"
Picking his head up and looking around the train car for a moment, his eyes fell on the other ponies sitting in their seats. They were either in conversation with their travel companions or were keeping to themselves. He noticed some of them were reading. One of them in particular, a dark grey coated pegasus stallion, was reading a newspaper. Front smirked upon seeing this, recognising the article on the front as one of Freelance's. Seeing that brought him a sense of comfort, allowing him to relax more. Looking back at the file, Front Page then leant down to grab his notepad and began to note down the questions he'd been thinking of. With each passing moment, his inspiration and the flow of questions being wrote down increased. The process seemed to almost get easier the long he kept at it. Question after question ended up on the page and eventually he'd taken up at least three pages just for questions alone. That should do for now. Sliding the notepad and file back into his bag once more, he got comfortable in his chair to enjoy the rest of the trip.
As time past, Front Page enjoyed the view out of the window as the train continued its journey. Then the train passed through a tunnel and everything went dark for a couple of minutes. Looking around, he could only just make out the shapes of ponies who were sitting close by as they shuffled around in their seats. The darkness didn't last long though as the train came out of the other side of the tunnel, light filling everyone's vision once again.
Front Page quickly blinked his eyes a couple of times, getting them to adjust before turning his attention back out of the window once more. That was when an announcement came out over the tannoy.
"Good afternoon, everypony, we're coming up on Ponyville. All departing passengers, make sure you have all your belongings with you and enjoy the rest of your day." The voice announced.
Hearing the announcement, Front Page began to gather his things. Making everything look presentable, whilst being easier to carry, his bags were all pretty simple to gather up. As he picked them up, the train slowly pulled into the station and came to a stop. Standing up out of his seat, he walked down the car and promptly disembarked the train. Glancing down at his file, he made a note of the address and began walking.
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Having made his way in the direction of the address, stopping to ask for directions to make sure, then heading in that direction, Front Page eventually got to his destination. Looking up at the building before him, he was presented with a very presentable looking manor house. Letting out an impressed whistle, he made his way up the staircase ahead of him to the main door, his hooves softly clicking on each step as he ascended. Getting to the top of the stairs, he was greeted by two large black doors with a golden knocker in the middle of them. Reaching up a hoof, he took hold of the door knocker and gave three precise knocks before letting go and taking a couple of steps backwards. He didn't have to wait long for a response as one of the doors was pulled open and a pegasus mare dressed in a maid uniform came into his line of sight.
"Hello sir, is there something I can help you with?" The mare asked with a curtsy.
"Good day ma'am." Front Page said, bowing in response. "My name is Front Page and I'm here from the Manehattan Daily Print for an interview with the Heiress." His explanation seemed to get a reaction out of her as she promptly smiled at him before taking a couple of steps backwards.
"Oh yes, that's right. Her ladyship has been expecting you sir." she said, moving aside to allow him entry and closing the door behind him once he entered. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to her."
"Thank you kindly, miss...." Front Page trailed off.
"Feather Duster." the maid mare answered with a friendly smile.
"Feather Duster." Front repeated, matching her smile.
As Feather Duster began to lead the way, Front cast his eyes around at the decor. The wondrous paint decorations along the walls with varying patterns and swirls making the interior of the building look at least doubled in size. Tilting his gaze upwards, he noticed chandeliers adorning the ceilings.
"So this is how the other half live." he said to himself, continuing to follow Feather Duster.
Eventually, the pair arrived to a large set of brown, wooden, double doors. Front Page looked at the doors, admiring the detailing on the wood. Feather Duster stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"You may enter." An elegant voice said.
With that, Front Page, gave a thankful goodbye to Feather Duster and slowly pushed open one of the doors and poked his head into the room. The inside of the room looked fit for royalty, the designs on the walls and on the ground looked as if a well renowned artist had come in and design them themselves. His attention then turned to the mares in the room, first noticing more maid mares that were standing around the room, at least three of them to be precise. There were also three other mares in the room. The youngest, a pegasus, was sitting in what looked to be a stylist's chair with one of the mare's behind her working on her mane. She seemed to be giving the mare a perm, one jet black in color. The younger mare's current mane color was a bright cyan blue that Front Page was pretty fond of, equally as fond of the black that was currently being dyed into it. The younger mare radiated regality and poise, she was everything and heiress should be in appearance and in voice. The third mare, the oldest, took up an observational position and watched closely as the younger mare had her mane styled.
"My apologies. I'm not interrupting, am I?" Front asked, looking between the three mares.
"Not at all, you must be Front Page, correct?" The young mare said, speaking in a regal tone. Getting out of the chair momentarily, she curtsied the stallion with a pleasant and welcoming nature.
"At your service, ma'am." Front Page responded, bowing respectfully.
"You're very well mannered sir." The heiress complimented. "Are you aware of how I wish to be addressed and named in your article?"
"Yes heiress." Front addressed her.
"Heiress Peppermint Tea of the Golden Horseshoe Tea Company to be precise, Mr Page." she responded, letting out a soft life accompanied with a warm smile.
"Of course, my apologies."
"No need to apologise sir, shall we get underway?" Heiress Peppermint Tea asked, her tone of voice a forgiving one.
"Of course." Front Page said, taking out a notepad and pen. "Can I get your title once more?" He asked, writing it down upon hearing it again.
"How does this feel so far, heiress?" The stylist mare asked, the black dye slowly working its way in as the bright and funky cyan was slowly being drawn out.
"This is lovely, keep it up." The heiress said with a grateful smile, then turning her attention back to the interview.
"Alright, first question." Front Page began. "How is the company going?"
A wide and proud smile adorned the heiress' face. "The company is coming off another fantastic year and is still a staple of Equestria culture, which it has been for many generations. We've recently when begun to ship our fine teas out to the further reaches of Equestria. The hippogriff empire, griffonstone and the dragon empire are our next targets." Heiress Peppermint Tea answered.
"That is truly remarkable." Front Page said, writing down her words.
"It certainly is, we're quite proud of how far our tea has come ever since our founding by my great great great grandfather." Heiress Peppermint Tea continued, sitting up with a very prim and proper attitude in her seat.
"Very well said, my dear." The older mare spoke up with an approving nod.
"Thank you mother, it's my honor to uphold our family's great name." Heiress Peppermint Tea said, revealing her relationship to the older mare. She turned to look back at Front Page, that warm smile still on her face. "So, what is your next question?"
"What would you say has been toughest thing for your company during its rise to greatness?" Front Page asked as the Heiress glanced at her mane in the mirror as it was finished up.
"Definitely earning the trust of ponies everywhere to have our tea in their homes and to ensure they're right to give us their trust with a perfect cup of tea whenever they need it. Along with that, I'd say having the ability to make a sublime cup of tea that is affordable for anyone no matter what class they consider themselves in." The Heiress answered, her smile growing further upon seeing the final few touches going into her mane as only a few strands of cyan remained, the jet black having fully taken over her mane.
"Making sure everyone has access to the product. Very good stuff, Heiress." Front commented.
"Well thank you, Front Page, that's the core values and level of excellence we stand for here at Golden Horseshoe." The Heiress said.
"Your mane is finished, ma'am." The stylist said, stepping back after the final few minutes of her work. She'd completely altered her hair from bright cyan to regal jet black and she looked stunning.
Stepping out of the chair, the Heiress turned to look in a nearby full length mirror. Examining her mane, her smile only seemed to grow even more. Turning to the side, she looked at her tail. Her tail matched her mane, having been also styled, Front Page having not seen that being done.
"It's perfect!" The Heiress said happily. The stylist bowed, appreciating the comment. As the Heiress gave her thanks, she then turned to look back at Front Page. "Oh my, my apologies, please continue."
Front didn't even realise he was smiling, seeing how happy the Heiress was with the results of her styling session.
"Uh, yes of course." He stammered. "Are there any new brands of tea coming out for the paying customers soon?"
Heiress Peppermint Tea glanced towards her mother, who nodded in response, then looked back at Front Page.
"Well, consider this an exclusive, we do have a few new flavors on the way. One of those is a collaborative effort with the lovely folks at Sweet Apple Acres to create a yearly Zap Apple Tea during harvesting season." The Heiress revealed, making Front Page go wide eyed as a result.
"Zap Apple Tea?! That's unbelievable!" He exclaimed, writing down every exclusive detail. As he wrote everything down the stylist walked back towards the Heiress, carrying some accessories.
"If you'll allow me, ma'am." she said. Upon getting permission, she stepped forward and tied a red scarf around Heiress Peppermint Tea's permed mane. "This should tie everything together."
The Heiress gave another look into the mirror. "Ooooo, this is lovely." she said.
"To complete the look." The stylist added, placing some cat eye glasses on the Heiress.
"Well aren't these cute little spectacles." The Heiress said, giggling. "What do you think, Mr Page?"
"You look wonderful, m'lday." Front Page complimented.
"Thank you kindly."
"My pleasure."
"But yes, I apologise for going off topic once more sir but sometimes I cannot help myself." The Heiress apologised. "But in regards to our Zap Apple Tea, when our tasters tried our first batch they practically fell in love with it. We really have the Apple family to thank for their generous donation of zap apples."
"You look wonderful. Those accessories really add some pizazz to your look." The Heiress' mother said proudly.
"Oh that's most certainly what I want to go for mother." Heiress Peppermint said, then turning back towards Front Page. "Please, do continue." Standing up, she spun around and showed off her new look.
"You look stunning, heiress." Front Page said, utterly captivated by her beauty. He didn't even realise he was blushing.
"Why thank you very much Front, you're very handsome yourself." Heiress Peppermint Tea said, fluttering her eyelashes, her soothing amber eyes shimmering as she looked at him.
"I....uh.... you flatter me m'lady." Front Page stammered before clearing his throat, trying to keep himself presentable.
"It's my pleasure good sir, so what would you like to ask next? I'm open to both business and personal questions. I'm sure you're aware I'm currently Ponyville's most eligible bachelorette." The heiress said with a warm smile.
"Eligible bachelorette you say?" Front asked, writing that down too. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a personal question."
"Absolutely, I'm an open book. Nothing is off the table so ask away."
As she answered a maid came in with a fresh cup of tea for the Heiress. Front Page turned to look at her, seeing that it was Feather Duster.
"Thank you ever so much." The heiress said as she took the cup.
"Hello again." Feather Duster waved to Front Page.
"Hi." Front waved back.
"Making friends already, I see." Heiress Peppermint Tea giggled.
"You could say that." Front nodded.
"Would you like some too, sir?" Feather Duster asked sweetly.
"If you don't mind. Thank you." Front nodded once again.
"I'll be right back with your tea. Milk and sugar?"
"Yes please, milk and two sugars."
"Wonderful sir."
"Thanks again."
After Feather Duster left the room, Front Page looked back at his notes. "Oh yes, the question. There have been reports of two ponies coming to this building in search of you. Can you shed any light on that?"
"Why yes, you're correct on that. Those are two potential suitors that made the journey here to my estate in order to take my fancy but I have not made any decisions yet." The heiress answered, looking at him.
"Is there any information on their identities you can give out?" Front asked.
"All I can say is that one was a stallion and the other was a mare. However, I do believe another stallion has entered the mix." The heiress said, letting out an elegant giggle and batting her eyelashes once again.
"Entered the mix? Oooo, a juicy exclusive!" Front Page said, a bright smile on his face. That's when it clicked on his head and his eyes meant hers. "O-Oh. I see, heh."
"Everyone has a fair chance of course, but, I would be willing to give out some brownie points should the need arise." The heiress hinted, tilting her head down slightly to make sure he got said hint.
"Well your grace, if someone as astonishingly beautiful as yourself is giving a fair chance then who would complain?" Front asked.
"Control yourself, Mr Page." The heiress' mother said with smiling at his question.
"Of course, I'm deeply sorry my lady." Front bowed his head.
"Oh mother, don't tease the poor stallion, he has been such a gentlecolt whilst being here in our home." The Heiress said, waving a hoof with a similar smile to her mother's before turning to wink at Front Page.
Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Front Page couldn't of asked for a better time for Feather Duster to walk back in with his cup of tea.
"Here you are sir, just as you requested." she said, placing the cup on a small table next to the heiress' cup.
"Thank you ever so much." Front Page said, smiling at her.
"You're most welcome." Feather Duster said with a respectful curtsy before leaving the room.
"Wonderful, now, what is your next question?" Heiress Peppermint asked, ready to answer no matter the question.
"What do you think of your new style?" Front asked, briefly glancing down at his notes.
"In reference to mane new mane, tail and accessories?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, I do believe an inky jet black perm is a classy and proper mane style that all mares should try at least once."
"Yeah, you look splendid, it suits you really well."
The heiress blushed at his compliment. "Oh you are too kind. Do you agree with my statement? That all mares should try having a permed mane at least once." She asked, spinning the question back on him.
"Well, speaking honestly, if they all looked at stunning as you then I would definitely recommend it." Front Page answered.
"Awwww, that is so sweet of you. Brownie points are certainly coming your way my dear." She responded, the 'my dear' making Front Page's entire body tingle.
"R-Right, so in regards to the two suitors you said had come to see you, I have reason to believe that they were a Wonderbolt and a member of the Royal Guard. Is there any truth to that?" Front Page said as he composed himself.
The heiress momentarily went wide eyed at the question. "That is..... entirely correct. Who are your sources?"
"A reporter never reveals their secrets." Front Page said with a wink of his own.
"But yes, you are indeed correct." The heiress said, Front Page eagerly writing everything down.
"Wonderful, now your ladyship, I have one final question for you." Front Page said.
"Ask away my fair reporter." Heiress Peppermint said.
"Where do you see the company in five years from now?" Front asked.
"Well, I hope to be in charge of more of the company by then and as well as that I look to be getting married within that time. I want to do anything I can to aid our company in reaching out as far across Equestria as possible."
Front Page wrote down her last remaining answer before turning his attention back towards the Heiress. "Well, I'm out of questions."
The Heiress gave him a warm smile and came over to him. "You're a wonderful stallion, Front Page and I would love to get to know you some more." she said, leaning to help him with picking up his bag and files.
"As would I m'lady, as would I." Front responded with a smile. He would then look across towards Heiress Peppermint's mother and respectfully bowed to her. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home ma'am."
"You are most welcome, Mr Page." She said, bowing in response.
Taking his things from the Heiress with a thankful smile, he turned and exited the room, holding open the door for the Heiress and her mother to follow. "After you, your ladyships."
"Thank you kind sir." They said together.
With a wave goodbye to the maids, Front Page made his way alongside the two ladies towards the main doors he had passed through earlier that day. As the doors opened, he looked out towards the street he'd walked down and then up at the sky. He hadn't realised the amount of time he'd spent in the manor, but he didn't regret any of it for a single moment.
Turning to face the pair of regal mares, Front Page bowed once more. "Thank you again for allowing me entry into your lovely home. Once the article is finished I will send you both the first copies."
"We look forward to seeing it." Heiress Peppermint's mother said with a smile.
"Hopefully we get to see more of you, Front Page, your company here is much appreciated." Heiress Peppermint said, smiling at him. She then stepped forward, placing another kiss on his cheek. "A little something to remember me by."
"There isn't a chance I'm forgetting you, m'lady." Front Page said, smiling at her.
The mares waved to him as he walked down the stairs and headed off in the direction of the train station.
"Such a sweet stallion." Heiress Peppermint said, her mother nodding in agreement. "I'm definitely going to brag to Gwen about the interview and about him."
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The train journey back to Manehattan was one that flew by, thanks to the fact Front Page was thinking about only one thing.
"Heiress Peppermint Tea of the Golden Horseshoe Tea Company." Front Page said, giggling like a schoolcolt after doing so. "Sweet Celestia just saying it feels awesome."
Front continued talking to himself for the entire duration of the train ride, plus on the walk back from the station to the Manehattan Daily Print.
Pushing open the doors to the MDP, Front Page walked over to his desk and placed his things on the desk. He was about to sort through them when a voice behind him caught his attention.
"Woo! Now that was a phenomenal day of reporting!" Free Fall exclaimed as he entered the room.
"Do you have to shout?" Freelance quietly groaned from his desk, typing away.
"When you've got the interviews I've got the you better believe it." Free Fall responded, walking to his desk.
"I assume it was a good day then, huh?" Front Page said with a smirk.
"You know it!" Free Fall nodded. "So what about you, Front my friend?"
"I interviewed a heiress." Front Page answered proudly.
"What?!" Free Fall exclaimed in shock. A few of the others in the room looked towards Front Page, having heard what he'd just said. Even Freelance looked up from his work, double taking at what he'd just heard.
"As in... an heiress heiress?" Freelance asked.
"Eeyup." Front Page nodded. "Check it out." He said, holding up his files.
Free Fall scampered over straight away, whereas Freelaance hesitated but eventually made his way over. Waiting patiently for them both to come over, Front Page reached into the file his notes were in a pulled them out. As the notes came out of the file, a small folded piece of paper fell out onto the desk along with them.
"What's that?" Freelance asked, pointing at the paper.
Picking it up and looking it over, Front Page shrugged and then unfolded it. Upon doing so, he was greeted with a message that had been written on the inside of it.
'Saturday, 8:00pm, meet at the manor.
P.S. Do be a dear and wear something nice.
Upon reading the note, Front Page turned around to look at the two awestruck stallions standing behind him. The two of them were equally shocked, their jaws wide open and threatening to hit the floor if they weren't careful. Upon composing themselves, they both looked at one another.
"Did he-?" Freelance asked.
"There's no way that-" Free Fall continued.
Front Page looked back at the note, skimming over the words one more time. "I think I've just been asked out on a date."
Author's Note
Hey Hey Hey Everypony!
I'm so sorry for the long wait for anything from me. So because of that, I decided to make a short story that will hopefully tide you over until the next chapter of Fallout Equestria: Blowtorch and Corkscrew is released.
I really hope you like this story. Lemme know what else you wanna see from me in the future.
Fly High~
