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Chapter one
~alexander~
The year was 1773 and Alexander had just finished his first year of attending Kings College and eager to start his summer internship with George Washington. The man was known for being a member of the House of Burgesses so when Alexander got the letter of his acceptance he could not believe it. Alex never had rich parents let alone any guardian to rely on, forcing him to work ten times harder than the average student since he could not afford college on anything below an A. Although Alex knew what a huge opportunity this would be for him he knew not to get too excited as he was aware there would be other students from separate colleges. Careful not to get too excited but cocky and confident enough to think that he would be under Washington’s wing in no time.
~Jefferson~
Jefferson showed no interest in the internship he had known he was going to get accepted to. Unlike other candidates, he had more wealth then all of them combined so getting the internship was never a doubt for him especially with his grades. As to why he did not show interest in such an opportunity, he had begged his grandfather to let him spend his summer in France to “study abroad,” meaning that he would be partying and smoking cigars. But, given the fact that Jefferson has quite the reputation of partying and having many lady friends, his grandfather gave him a chance to prove he can be responsible besides it was only for two months he had reminded him. Truthfully, I think that it was actually my fathers idea for me to attend this stupid thing as a way to make sure that even though he was dead, I still knew how to work hard for something and get rewarded.
~Alexander~
Alex had woken up at 4 in the morning just to make sure he would be on time for his first day. Although that didn’t matter because he somehow burnt his breakfast in which he could barely afford so he had to wait till his neighbors made breakfast to ask for a plate which was fine since they loved him(he would help with their kids homework in exchange for food). “I am really sorry again ma’am” alex says, “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, you help my kids more than their deadbeat dad does.” Alex always felt bad for asking for food but felt better knowing he was doing something to help their family with anything chores they needed help with.
Checking the time on his broken watch, he realized he was going to be late so he put on his nicest pair of shoes(his only pair) and started running to work.
After an excruciating 10 minutes of a run, Alexander was now at the office. He sighed with relief as he pressed the up button for the elevator. 10 seconds passed. No big deal he thought. 30 seconds. All cool. 69 seconds had passed before deciding to take the stairs. Looking at his watch he realized that he now had 5 minutes to make it to the 20th floor. If there was any time for panic now was that time.
Although Alex was sweating in places he didn’t think he could sweat in, he was now on the 20th floor and now had exactly 60 seconds to make it through check in. Each step he took felt heavier by the second as he reached for the door handle. Because he had been running, he did not realize that there was a person beside him, who had opened the door before him which left Alexander to stumble on this person. This was not going to go well, Alex thought to himself as he felt liquid on his shirt which was probably from the gentleman who he fell on.
“This is gonna be a long day.” Alexander whined.
~Jefferson~
Thomas woke up that morning with an exciting feeling in which his body was clearly aware of. Naturally he began to slip his fingers down to his drawers and began to stroke his cock rapidly. Jefferson was always quick and efficient when it came to pleasuring himself as well as others. After taking care of that he cleaned himself up and got ready for his day. He had a nice breakfast and entered his wagon feeling presumptuous about the day. As he walked into the bottom floor of the building, he noticed the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign written on the elevator entrance and turned his hips towards the stairs, just before taking a step he was approached by an intern. “Oh Mr. Thomas Jerfferson, sir, the elevators are in use now.” With a gestured nod Jefferson was now on the 20th floor of the building and ready to dominate whatever shit he had to do to get out of here as quickly as possible. As he approached the door handle he noticed another gentleman beside him looking in a rush, ‘amateur,’ he thought. Though he would learn that amateur was far too low of an insult to call this man as he stumbled upon Jefferson’s body, abruptly spilling the coffee he had picked up on his way to the office.
“This is going to be a long day.” Jefferson said in a low growl as the same guy who has dropped coffee on him was now on top of him.