Of Dating Apps and Disapproving Sons || A Hamliza Oneshot

Of Dating Apps and Disapproving Sons

"John Adams is a fucking ass!"

Eliza cringed as her fellow coworker, Alex, ranted on and on about how big of a pompous arse the nation's new president, John Adams, has been. She looked up from her work and sure enough, Alex is standing from his cubicle flailing his arms around like a petulant child. She groaned, This is the third time today!

Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, one of the editors of the New York Chief, the local newspaper. The proud daughter of General Philip Schuyler and an aspiring author. Long had she desire to publish her own writings but, alas, the world she lived in provided no opportunity for her.

If there was one thing Eliza hated most in the world, it was Alexander Hamilton. Hamilton is one of the company's head writers and usually favored by Washington, the head of the organization. The little brown-haired, tan-skinned, Caribbean man was an obnoxious, loudmouth fool who always complained about the economy, finances, and basically everything in politics. Always bumping heads with Thomas Jefferson, another one of the head writers and close friends with her sister, Angelica.

Eliza only rolled her eyes as Hamilton continued his tirade, this time, however, about the nation's stock market. Jesus Christ, how long is he going to talk? Eliza thought to herself annoyingly. She can't concentrate on her work, not with that little bugger around. Deciding she can no longer put up with her coworker's lecture, she put on her earphones and moved on with her work.

Thankfully, her work ended no later than that moment. The article she was reading had been her last, meaning she could go home now to her small apartment. Luck seemed to be on her side as Washington came into the workplace and saw his writer complaining — again. Frowning, he called Hamilton for him to go in his office and received a long sermon from the man, sparing Eliza from another rant about trade policy.

As she prepared to leave the building, Washington greeted her on her way out.

"I must apologize, Miss Schuyler, for Hamilton's behavior today," Washington acknowledged, his face in great disdain. "He really isn't all that bad."

"There is no need to say sorry, sir," Eliza reassured him. "I'm used to his rants by now."

This statement only seems to make the head frown more. Eliza observed from the past few months that Washington had treated Hamilton like a son since he and his wife Martha had never had any children. To hear Alex misbehaving again was almost similar to get a call from a teacher saying your child wasn't being a very good student.

After that awkward apology, Eliza headed out of the building with her bag in hand. Hailing a cab from the sidewalk, she chose to stop by a local restaurant to pick up some food since she hadn't done groceries yet. When she arrived back at her apartment, she was greeted by an amusing sight.

Angelica was chasing her young son, Phillip, around the living room. The young boy was squealing and laughing with no shirt on with Angelica racing towards him with a grey shirt in hand. The little rugrat thought this was some sort of game while his aunt thought otherwise, huffing and puffing as she continued her chase.

"Mommy!" Phillip exclaimed when he finally saw his mama. Kneeling down to his height, she opened her arms and embraced her son, a reminder of why she has to keep on fighting with life. Angelica came towards her, panting harshly.

"I missed you!" Phillip declared when he broke free of his mother's hug. Eliza smiled at this. "I missed you too, sweetheart," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead.