Hair!Salon Au (hamilton)

Sidestory 2

Side Story 2
“A Message From the King. ”
Ft. George3 and Seabury. (Maybe Charlotte idk let's see..)

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''TUESDAY. 1:35PM''

Seabury stood at the entrance, tears rolling down his face. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around to the sound.

Nobody was there.

Samuel felt slightly uncomfortable where he was, he wanted to move but his body wouldn't cooperate.

The footsteps grew closer behind him, and Samuel accepted his fate.

“Samuel.” A voice called out.

“Huh?” Samuel turned around to face George Frederick himself. “Woah.”

Samuel had never seen George in person, he had only heard stories of how he looked. None of those stories were true.

“Um.” He cleared his throat. “Why are you here, Mr. Frederick?”

“Well, this is my salon. I'm just closing up for the day.”

“Ah, right.” Seabury avoided eye contact.

“What's wrong, Samuel?” George asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I was just reading the paper you gave me, and I found no errors with it yet the people hated it! Even my best friend got mad at me for it!”

“Hm.” George thought. “Well, you were just doing your job, right? I don't see the problem Mr. Seabury.”

“That's what I said!” Seabury almost shouted.

George chuckled. “Well, I personally think you should forget them. You should spend more time focused on your job.” He put his hands on Seabury's shoulders, looking down at him.

“You will spend more time on your job, right?” it sounded like a question, yet it was also a statement.

“Yes sir! Of course.” Seabury rushed his answer.

George let go of the other man's shoulders, standing up right. “Well, you should go. The salon closed.”

“Yeah, I should.” Seabury fiddled with his fingers. “Goodbye Mr. Frederick, see you later.” Samuel said before walking out the door.

“I doubt you will.” George chuckled.

George took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Dear, someone has seen my appearance.” He said into the phone

“What do you want me to do about that, George?” The woman on the other line spoke.

“I don't know! Find him or something! Kill him maybe!”

“Murder is illegal, hun.” The woman spoke again. “People will think he's a schizophrenic if he says something. For all they know you aren't even real.”

George thought. “Yes, but what about the bald one?”

“Which bald one?” The woman asked.

“George Washington, Charlotte.”

She scoffed. “I don't know, I'm not George Washington.” Charlotte sighed. “I doubt he'll say anything to anybody. Relax.”

“Sure. Bye, I love you.”

“Love you too, George.” And with that she hung up.

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