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Derpy at Work 3
!Taxif57b8c 10/18/11(Tue)04:58 No.30680012>>30679999
As Derpy made her way into the meticulously kept office, the engraved wooden door closed quietly behind her with a tap of her boss’s hoof, before he curtly made his way around the desk he often called a home away from home. Falling into his elegantly crafted leather cushions, he gestured Derpy to do the same on the opposite side of the desk.
“Please, have a seat.”
Derpy did so without hesitation, bouncing on her hooves slightly before taking a seat opposite the stern bespectacled gaze of her superior. Either the possible severity of the situation had yet to reach her, or her cheerful disposition could remain even in the face of impending disciplinary action. And yet, Derpy had always been an outstanding employee, Ponyville’s best employee, as so many others said... so why was she here now?
“Derpy... if I may, I’d like to get right to the issue at hoof.”
The lack of segue would have been jarringly awkward a conversation with anypony else, but Derpy merely smiled and nodded, one of her luminescent yellow eyes staring upward at the brim of her hat, and the other down toward the floor.
“Derpy, you... have always been a model employee. Very efficient. Courteous. Punctual. So perhaps you’re wondering why I’ve called you into my office today.”
“Well... sure, I guess.” Derpy’s tone was still unassuming, perhaps oblivious to the possible impending reprimands head in her direction.
“Normally I would hesitate to bring such a matter up, but... well, there have been concerns voiced. Not... complaints, per say, just... talk. Possible discontent. None of it directed at you, of course, but all surrounding a particular... issue.”
Again, Derpy cocked her head to the side, her grin diminished slightly, but as pleasant and cheerful as ever as the head of the office continued his dryly worded diatribe. |
