~~Chapter Thirty-Two~~

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                                   1797

      John Adams was elected president weeks after George Washington resigned. Although Jefferson did not win, I know for a fact that he and John are friends. Due to Adams' relationship with Alexander, I doubt that they'll get alo-

*SLAM*

       There it is. 

       "HE FIRED ME!" Alexander burst into our bedroom and began to stomp on the ground. "THAT SON OF A BITCH FIRED ME!"

       I stood from my seat and grabbed his arm. "Alexander, calm down."

       "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY CALM WHEN THAT FAT ASSHAT JUST FIRED ME?!" He yelled. "I DON'T HAVE A JOB ANYMORE! But you'll see! You'll see what I can do to him!"

       He sat on his chair and brought out a quill, parchment paper, and his bottle of ink. I would question what he s doing, but it is no use. I have learned to stay quiet when Alexander is angry. 

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       "Mother!" Philip rushed to my side. He practically shoved the paper into my hands.

       "Philip? What is this?" He didn't answer. Instead, he motioned for me to read.

                                 The Adams Administration 

       An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams. The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league with Britain in some vast international intrigue? Bitch, please! You wouldn't know what I'm doing. You're always going berserk, but you never show up to work. Give my regards to Abigail next time you write about my lack of moral compass. At least I do my job up in this rumpus. The line is behind me, I crossed it again while the President lost it again. Aww, such a rough life—better run to your wife. Now the 'boss' is in Boston again. Let me ask you a question: Who sits at your desk while you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 and you haven't done anything new since. You're a nuisance! With no sense! You will die of irrelevance! Go ahead, you can call me the devil. You aspire to my level. You inspire to malevolence. Say 'Hi' to the Jefferson's! And the spies all around me, maybe they can confirm. I don't care if I kill my career with this letter—I'm confining you to one term! You fat mother--

       Oh my! I looked up at Philip, but he was gone—replaced by Alexander. He smirked at me, clearly proud of himself. "Did you like my letter to 'President' John Adams?"

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