Short Stories and Writings

~Story 2: Alexander Hamilton's Meeting~

Suggested by: chanaenae88

(Faith's POV)

"Faith!" Hamilton called out.

"Yes sir?" I said walking into his study.

"I am going to have a very important meeting tonight. Can you please tell the cooks to make dinner for about 50 people." He said.

"Yes, sir." I said and walked out.

Hi, I'm Faith. I am Alexander Hamilton's servant. Most trusted servant too. I am the only one aloud to walk in during meetings to get and give things to people in the room. This means that he trusts I won't run my mouth off to some enemy of his about some big plan. I have been working for him since I was 16 years old. I'm 23 now. It's good pay too.

It's cool working for him. He's a nice person to work for, and just a nice person in general. Well, that's if you can get to talk to him. He literally lives in his study. I sometimes forget that he actually has a bedroom. Sometimes he doesn't leave his study for days at a time. The only time he would leave that study, is if he needed to use the bathroom. Maybe to take a shower if someone complained about his foul oder. All of his meals are bought to him, so other than that he spends most of his days in there writing about anything and literally everything.

I sometimes wonder if he will actually leave that room long enough to get a wife. I highly doubt it, since he lives and breaths his writing. I am pretty sure he will be the reason the world runs out of trees. The amount of paper he needs to write one of his meetings is insane. He always sends out Michael (another servant) to by paper in bulk. I am pretty sure that 95% of the money he earns goes to paper. The other 5% is everything else.

I make my way down the velvet red and wooden floor hallway and stairs to the kitchen. I push the door open to be greeted by the scent of fresh spices and herbs. I walk up to the head chef, who is currently scolding one of his cooks for putting to much salt in the sauce. I walk to him and he stops his rant about what a pinch of salt is compared to a hand full of salt.

"Ahhhh, Faith its good to see you." He said in his heavy French accent, smiling down at me.

"Same to you Chef Gusto." I said smiling up at him.

Chef Gusto was a very tall man. He was also very.......plump. He is pale, with bright brown eyes, and had jet black hair that has started to grey.

"How can I help you?" He asked.

"Hamilton is having a meeting tonight and asked if you can make dinner for about 50 people." I said.

"Of course, I will have my cooks on it right away." He said.

"Thank you." I said and walked out of the kitchen.

I made my way back to Hamilton's study, were I found him writing like he was running out of time. Which I will have you know, he wasn't out of time. If anything, we was ahead of time. He wrote as if he was going to die if he stopped. I knocked on the door causing him to look up.

"Yes." He said acknowledging my existence.

"Sir, the Chef said he's already on it." I said.

"Good, I need it for around 8:00. Do you know the time?" He said/asked.

It's about half past 6." I said and he nodded.

"Thank you." Is all he said and went straight back to his writing.

-Half Way Through Hamilton's Meeting-

I was stood in the corner of the room. Awaiting for some type of order. About 50 men who help to run the country, was sat in the same room I was in. They spoke about taking down the British and breaking away from them to be independent.

"I think sealing their canons would be a great idea. They can't hurt us if they can't launch anything." Hamilton yelled.

"Well, they'll just steal them back." Another guy with a heavy Italian accent yelled over him.

"This is stupid. We have soldiers for a reason. So use them." A guy with white hair said.

"I don't want to use them just yet." Hamilton said.

"Oh well. They are our best bet at the moment." Another guy with orangish hair said.

"Faith can you please get me some more water." Hamilton said.

I grabbed his glass and walked out into the empty hall. Even though the doors to the meeting room were closed, their screaming and yelling was still very audible. If a British Spy were here, they wouldn't even have to step into the building to get all of the information they needed. They could just simply stand out side of the building.

The hallway was more eerie that normal. I hate it. Right before I turned the corner to go into the kitchen I was shoved into the wall and dropped the glass from the sudden surprise. The person that shoved me, had pinned my arms above my head with one hand and held a knife to my neck in the other. He was taller than me, was in full black, and wore a mask to cover his face.

"Scream and I will paint these walls with your blood." He threatened.

I clamped my mouth shut not wanting to die today.

"Where's Hamilton?" He asked, anger in his voice when he said Hamilton.

"Down this hall, 10 doors down. They are yelling at each other so you will know the room once you get there." I said.

"Good girl. Run along, and you didn't see me." He said and let go of me.

My first instinct is run. I run and find the closest guard. I have a feeling he is not here to talk about stealing canons. Next thing I knew, I heard gun shots ring throughout the building. I run to the room were the meeting was being held, instead of finding a guard. I reach the room to find all 50 men on the ground, with a bullet hole in the middle of their forehead, dead.

I look down to were Hamilton was sat, at the end of the table leading the meeting. There he was. Bullet in his head and heart. He clear wanted him dead, and wanted no witnesses either. Who ever held that knife to my neck and killed these people will pay for it.

They better run and hide because the people of this country won't stand for it.......

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chanaenae88 had suggested I write a short story on Alexander Hamilton, so I did just that.