“Huh…” An old, graying stallion stared down at his cluttered desk with his lower jaw pushed out. The more he studied the photographs laid out in front of him, the farther his mouth slid open until, finally, his cigar made a daring escape attempt. The sudden movement jarred him from his trance and he spoke as he caught the falling smoke in his hoof. “What was your name…? Snapshot?” he asked as he looked to a much more youthful pony on the other end of the office.
“Yes sir, Mister Settin Stone,” Snapshot replied with a quick nod and a broad smile. He could tell his portfolio had made an impression. Even if that portfolio was just a few odd photographs he’d developed the day before. Nevertheless, he assumed, what a pony didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“You’re not really an amateur, are ya?” Stone asked. Snapshot squirmed in place as his ears folded back and, suddenly, the loose thread on the bottom of his cap’s visor became very interesting. “Any particular reason you didn’t mention any of your old jobs on your resume?”
“It’s a bit of a long story,” Snapshot said. Not like you’d believe it if I told you the truth, he thought as he rubbed one foreleg against the other. When it became clear that Settin Stone was going to wait for a real answer to his question, Snapshot sighed and continued, “I had a bit of a disagreement with my old employer and I might have, sorta, left on a bad note?” The office was silent for a moment after that.
“Are you in trouble, son?” Stone asked in a grim tone and Snapshot’s eyes popped wide open.
“No!” he shouted with a hoof outstretched. “Ah—“ he quickly regained his composure before he continued. “I uh, didn’t include my last job, because I thought that if I did, you’d call for a recommendation or something. And I thought that they would probably say bad things about me. Out of spite.” His hoof returned to the floor. “Because they kind of don’t really like me all that much.”
“I shouldn’t hire you,” Stone said as he set his cigar down in an ash tray and put his hooves together. Snapshot frowned and considered that, perhaps, he should have disguised himself as a construction worker. “But I will.” Snapshot’s frown turned upside down. “After those sharks at the Times nicked our photographer, we’ve been down a mare.” Stone grumbled a few choice words under his breath, before pressing a small button on one of the corners of his desk and speaking into a small microphone. “Lackadaisy, get Miss Tales in my office, she’s got a new partner.”
“Yes sir, Mister Settin Stone,” Snapshot replied with a quick nod and a broad smile. He could tell his portfolio had made an impression. Even if that portfolio was just a few odd photographs he’d developed the day before. Nevertheless, he assumed, what a pony didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“You’re not really an amateur, are ya?” Stone asked. Snapshot squirmed in place as his ears folded back and, suddenly, the loose thread on the bottom of his cap’s visor became very interesting. “Any particular reason you didn’t mention any of your old jobs on your resume?”
“It’s a bit of a long story,” Snapshot said. Not like you’d believe it if I told you the truth, he thought as he rubbed one foreleg against the other. When it became clear that Settin Stone was going to wait for a real answer to his question, Snapshot sighed and continued, “I had a bit of a disagreement with my old employer and I might have, sorta, left on a bad note?” The office was silent for a moment after that.
“Are you in trouble, son?” Stone asked in a grim tone and Snapshot’s eyes popped wide open.
“No!” he shouted with a hoof outstretched. “Ah—“ he quickly regained his composure before he continued. “I uh, didn’t include my last job, because I thought that if I did, you’d call for a recommendation or something. And I thought that they would probably say bad things about me. Out of spite.” His hoof returned to the floor. “Because they kind of don’t really like me all that much.”
“I shouldn’t hire you,” Stone said as he set his cigar down in an ash tray and put his hooves together. Snapshot frowned and considered that, perhaps, he should have disguised himself as a construction worker. “But I will.” Snapshot’s frown turned upside down. “After those sharks at the Times nicked our photographer, we’ve been down a mare.” Stone grumbled a few choice words under his breath, before pressing a small button on one of the corners of his desk and speaking into a small microphone. “Lackadaisy, get Miss Tales in my office, she’s got a new partner.”