Hold me ((jamilton))

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Hamilton strode into the office with a smile. It was 4:24 and if he hurried he could grab some more coffee from the lounge and then hurry off to his office. His office and not Jefferson's.

Recently, Hamilton had been promoted to one of the main 6 people in the board room. No more sitting in a small cubicle typing away. Now he was at a round table talking until somebody forced his mouth shut with a stapler. He got to move into Jefferson's old office. Nice and not for all of his work to fit into. Although, he didnt appreciate the macaroni stains on the wheely chair, so he burned it and replaced it immediately without a second thought.

For the next two hours he typed away at his upcoming story. Revisions and edits to it and eventually in time he would pitch it and it would obviously be published, why would it not? With a smile, he finished up his editing and shut his laptop, checking the time with a gasp. It was 10 minutes before the meeting started and he wanted to be the first once in there.

Hurrying through the hall more people were showing up to work, including the asshole(tm) Thomas Jefferson. He was leaning on the wall while flirting with the intern, Maria Reynolds. Hamilton rolled his eyes and walked to the board room, sitting down next to Washington, the only other person in the room.

"Hamilton. 10 minutes early as usual." Washington smiled, putting some paperwork into a folder and setting it aside. "I need to talk to you about Jefferson."

"What about him? Do I need to fix a problem he caused?"

"No, no," Washington let out a tired sigh. "I was hoping you could be a bit more... kind. Just for today."

"The man is an asshole, Mr.Washington why should I?"

"He's looked a bit distant lately and a heart from James that he almost didn't come in today. I was hoping you could be the professional I know you can be and lay off him... James said it might have been about his soulmate mark."

Hamilton instinctively reached around to his neck and played it off as scratching. His mark was behind his neck, a beautiful sairly pattern that seemed to have curves in some parts and edges in others. He had to get Laurens to sketch it out for him so he could know what it looked like. But, Hamilton was very self conscious about his mark. A soulmate mark wasn't usually something you showed to the world unless there was no option. Washington's was just under his left ear, a nice fierce looking arrangement of spike and curve near the middle. Hamilton took every chance to admire it. Soulmate marks always seemed beautiful and amazing to him, but he hated his own mark more than anything.

"Alright, sir, I'll try." Hamilton smiled just as everybody else was walking into the room. Jefferson was still absent in the meeting so they waited a little while.

"Hamilton!" Aaron Burr smiled, grinning like he just won the lottery.

"Aaron burr, how are you?" Hamilton asked, a bit nervous at Aaron's rate excitement and grin. Aaron was not the type of man to smile and be happy about things. Then again, he never really showed how he felt ever.

"I met my soulmate yesterday!" He mouthed across the table. Once again, he was hiding his life and thoughts from the world. Hamilton smiled, once again scratching behind his neck.

"That's great! Why whisper about it?"

"She's married... To the enemy company's manager."

Hamilton cringed, shaking his head.

"Well I hope all ends well for you Aaron Burr, sir."

"Stop rhyming my name with Burr it's a very simple thing."

"Force of habit."

"Force the habit to Stop."

Jefferson slammed the door to the board room open and rushed to his desk with his papers and coffee. Apologies flew from his mouth so fast that it took Washington a second to even realize he was speaking english.