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Alexander Hamilton was not one to fool around. He’d occasionally kick it with friends, but he hadn’t ever had a romantic relationship before. His work always came first and foremost.
Which is exactly why Alexander Hamilton despised Thomas Jefferson. While Jefferson completed all of his work on time, it wasn’t up to Alexander’s standards. Alexander would usually complete the work for him when they were partnered together instead.
Jefferson was also rich. He had everything he could want and was rarely denied anything at all. Jefferson fooled around with many women in public, which irked Hamilton, who thought the behavior should be kept in the bedroom.
But what Alexander hated about Jefferson the most was just how bright he shined. Anytime he walked in the room, the attention would turn to him. Alexander knew Jefferson was handsome, though he refused to admit that Jefferson was charming as well. It pissed Alexander off that Jefferson shined that brightly.
However, there was a bright side to all of this. Alexander began to push harder. He had always been a hard worker, but Jefferson made him push hard enough to scare away any other person. Sadly, Jefferson was not scared and pushed back with equal force.
Alexander thought about all of this angrily, tapping his fingers on the metal desk. 'Why the hell do people like him?' Alexander asked himself. Between Jefferson’s condescending smirk and his general assholary, he simply couldn’t see what was likable about Jefferson. 'I just don’t get it. Maybe it’s-'
“Hamilton!” A voice yelled, snapping Alexander back to the present. Alexander looked up from the desk to meet the eyes of Aaron Burr. He knew exactly what was coming and wasn’t looking forward to it. “Are you even listening?”
“I’m working.” He gestured down towards the papers, which he had not actually been working on.
“And you intend to type reports telepathically, right?” Burr grumbled.
“If I sit here long enough, the reports will type themselves.” Alexander gave Burr a sweet smile. Alexander loved writing, but typing reports was the worst.
“And how is that going to happen?” Burr crossed his arms, ignoring the smile.
“The report fairy will come and take care of it.” Alexander smiled again, with a chuckle. He picked up the stack of papers and held them out to Burr. Burr would usually type reports for him, in exchange for Alexander running out to get coffee and donuts.
“Absolutely not. Washington will have me skinned alive.” Burr rolled his eyes. As Alexander opened his mouth to protest, Burr pointed a finger in his direction. “This is a punishment, Hamilton. The protocol is important.”
“I didn’t technically break protocol, this time!” Alexander jumped up, ready to debate.
Alexander Hamilton worked as an anonymous agent for the government. Anonymous agents were used for anything from protections of high ranking officials to hostage situations to assassination to spying to everyday police work. When you worked as an Anonymous Agent, you never really knew what your day was going to look like.
And unfortunately for Alexander, he had gotten report duty. He was to take all of the old reports from the 2000s and retype them into the new computer. It was boring, tedious, and absolute torture for anyone who was unlucky enough to have to do it. You’d figure that they’d have a robot do it. It was 3028, after all.
But this was a punishment for Alexander, who had not technically violated protocol, although his superior’s opinion differed from his.
Early that week, Alexander had been sent out on a protection job of an unpopular mayor of a major city. While the protection group had been traveling, they were ambushed by a team of rookie assassins.
It wouldn’t have been too dangerous to deal with if Alexander hadn’t been the only experienced team member. Unfortunately, his team was a last-minute team of newbies. He decided to deal with the issue himself and lead the assassins away from the team, resulting in mild injuries for him.
It was strictly against protocol to separate from your team on a protection mission unless there were extreme circumstances. While Alexander claimed that these were extreme circumstances, his boss strongly disagreed. So here he was, on report duty.
“No way. Sorry, but you’re on report duty and I’d like to keep my skin attached to my body, thank you very much.” Burr sighed and began walking out. “Oh, I almost forgot- Washington told me to tell you that you’re on report duty until you finish section D. He says if you work overnight, he’ll make you do section K too.”
“Wait, what?!” Alexander yelped as if someone had shocked him. He started to speak again, but by the time he opened his mouth, Burr had slammed the door and Alexander was left alone with the reports. “This is bullshit.”
Alexander muttered unhappily to himself while working as fast as possible. His hands typed at the speed of light, pressing each key on the computer as if the key itself had wronged him.
Time went by, although this was mostly unknown to Alexander. He had yelled at a rookie who entered the room to get him a red bull and a cup of black coffee. Upon delivery, he poured the two together and drank the mixture, making a face at the disgusting taste.
Ping. Alexander’s phone went off, meaning that he had a text message. Alexander ignored it, favoring to sip his coffee/red bull mix and work on more reports.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Alexander huffed as the pings continued. He considered muting his phone, but he knew that if he did, he risked someone busting into the room and further disturbing his work. Alexander picked up his phone and looked at the messages.
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John: Alex, you coming for dinner?
John: I made pasta.
John: Oi, I know you’re there.
John: You’re at work, aren’t you?
John: It’s 7:30, you know you can clock out now, right?
John: I made pasta.
John: Are you there?
John: I made pasta, loser. Are you really going to waste my hard work?
John: I’m going to spam you until you answer, you’ll never mute your phone.
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Alexander groaned, tempted by the pasta. It was now 7:42 PM, so he could have clocked out two hours and twelve minutes ago. But Alexander was too wound up from drinking his coffee/redbull mix to stop now. He could practically feel his hands vibrating, itching to move, to write something, to do anything.
He picked up his phone to text back, before John started legitimately spamming him. Alexander wouldn’t put it past John.
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Alex: Sorry, I’m on report duty.
John: Ooo, someone’s in trouble.
Alex: I didn’t technically break any rules.
John: Keyword: Technically.
Alex: Wasn’t my fault protocol had to be bent.
John: Uh-huh, got it. Are we on for dinner tonight?
Alex: Already ate. Gotta finish section D.
John: You’re a terrible liar.
Alex: I am a perfectly average liar.
John: Just like your perfectly average height?
Alex: Fuck you.
John: You wish.
Alex: Going now, bye.
John: Good luck with report duty. Maybe you’ll get cleaning duty next. ;)
Alex: Maybe you’ll end up murdered next.
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Alexander locked his phone and set it face down. He glanced over at the pile of papers, waiting to be typed and entered into the system. It would probably take him until four or five in the morning to finish everything.
'I’ll get it done by two.' Alexander thought determined and began to prepare for a long, grueling night.
Time flew by and stack D grew smaller and smaller. Unknown to Alexander, Jefferson had stopped outside of his office, watching him type late into the night through the small window in the door.
Jefferson smirked, watching him. Alexander didn’t notice, not even when Jefferson made faces at him through the door.
It soon hit three in the morning, Alexander’s alarm going off loudly. Looking down, he turned off the alarm and sighed.
What Washington doesn’t know can’t hurt him, can it?