Chapter 31: Thomas Jefferson

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by Amberiso

by Amberiso

Y/N's P.O.V

A headache. That's the first thing I noticed as I woke up. With a groan, I tossed and turned and eventually came face to face with Philip's sleepy face. "Good morning, huntie," He whispered, kissing my forehead. With a smile, I looked up at him. "You know what day it is today?" He asked. My eyes widened the slightest bit. "It's not your birthday, is it?" I panicked a bit, jolting up.

"No, no, no. You didn't forget anything," Philip reassured with a smile, pushing me back on the bed. "Jefferson's got back from France and is coming to the cabinet," He explained. I had almost forgotten. "And why is this of any importance to me? I mean, he's an old dude and I already have a hubby," I smiled, softly stroking his cheek.

As he leaned into my hand, he said: "I just thought you could come with me and meet him today," One heart attack after the other. I had to be there. Robin had to be there. I couldn't go and risk damaging my reputation.

It had become second nature to lie to Philip, so, without much thought, I coughed into my fist. Philip immediately pushed himself up. "Are you okay?" He asked as I shook my head. "I must've caught a cold when we went to walk in that cold weather," I mumbled. "Maybe we shouldn't go. I could take care of you today," He suggested.

"No, Philip, this is important. You should go," I said, pushing myself up. Gently, he pushed me back down and hovered over me. "I'll go if you promise to rest today," He told me. When I looked up, I suddenly felt the weight of lying to someone I had come to love.

"I promise,"

After Philip left, I got dressed up. It always took me a while but I did get better and faster at it. Then, I chose to go down the rain pipe to save myself a few precious seconds. When my feet hit the ground, I heard something behind me.

"Caught you,"

I flinched and turned around to be faced with Hercules. I sighed loudly in relief. "Don't do that!" I sighed. "I'll go take care of little John," He said, ignoring my fourth heart attack this morning. "Thanks again!" I said and ran toward the city.

When I stepped into my office to go through some documents, Philip snatched me by my arm, giving me my fifth heart attack. "Let's go, Robin," He told me, dragging me toward the debate room. "What's going on?" I asked and looked over at Philip. "Jefferson arrived a few minutes ago. You need to meet him and start the debate,"

"What debate?" I whined, feeling a sixth heart attack coming up. "The banks and taxes. Come on, Scalewinds. We talked about this!" Philip also whined. "When?" I whined back. "When you were working on your plan about the banks and taxes," He whined. "You know I don't listen when I write," I whined.

We eventually arrived, both of us whining to the other. That's when I saw him. The odd one out. Magenta suit and all. Straightening my back slightly, I hastily walked up to him. "Thomas Jefferson! Robin Scalewinds. A pleasure to meet you," I said joining Madison and Washington who were already talking to him. He looked me up and down. It felt degrading, especially when he rested his eyes on my chest a bit longer than the other parts.

"Have you heard of Scalewinds, mister Jefferson," Washington quickly said to interfere. "... Mister fifty-one, right?" Jefferson said to which I turned to Madison. "Jokes on you, I wrote the other 51," I hissed. Washington swiftly hit the back of my head and smiled at Jefferson. After that monstrosity of a first impression, we headed to the debate room.

As soon as I sat my cute butt down on a chair, Jefferson started talking.

"Scalewinds, let me get this straight. I don't mean to be rude, but you're ruining everybody's mood," He said. "With that plan of yours to collect money for the banks so you can climb to higher ranks," He accused me.

"F*ck off-"

"Scalewinds, shut up," Washington told me.

"Short-tempered as you see, that's why you should all believe me," Jefferson said as he put his hand on his chest. "When I say that Scalewinds' plan is an outrageous demand with too many pages for any man to understand," He said approaching my desk and flinging half of the papers off. Quickly, I caught most of them, but some of them scattered on the floor.

"After all, I came from France. They gave us our winning chance!" He said, placing his hand on the remaining papers. "Get your fingers off my-" I started but he spoke over me. "But why hear it from me, just look at thee," He said, turning around and plopping right down on my documents. Wide-eyed, I stared at him as he looked at the jury.

"You are the future, the creation of this nation. Will you let that get ruined by this abomination?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me. "And you, mister short, get outta my resort. Keep Virginia a holy land. Is that too high of a demand?"

"I'll have your head," I said with a frown. "You'll catch me dead," He answered and got off my desk.

While collecting my papers as Jefferson sat down, I prepared myself.

It was my turn now.

"Well, let's see. Jefferson the pink pea. Listen to me with all your thees," I hissed. "My plan has common sense, not that you would understand. But trust me, I'll never let down my demand," I told him.

"The future, an abomination? Creation of our nation? Don't you think with these admits, the future is really up to our kids," I said, holding my son in mind. "And France is kinda overrated, with your love for France, I would've thought ya'll have dated," I said, cocking an eyebrow.

"And saying that I'm short-tempered just by that little comment. You haven't seen anything, lemme give you some new content,"

"Speak for yourself. Virginia isn't almighty. I have seen what happens there, it unnerves me ever so slightly. Go read a bible, go show me a verse that justifies whatever you do there. It's perverse,"

"I'll tax it, cause I know you're all rich. I hope your breath won't hitch, cause after we're done I'll make you my bi-" "OKAY. Okay, Scalewinds," Washington said, pushing me back on my chair. Jefferson was disgusted. "Excuse us for a moment," He smiled at Jefferson and walked off. I followed him and as soon as we were out of earshot, he gave me a full load.

"Robin, when I said 'Good luck!' yesterday before you went home, I meant 'I hope it goes well for you!'. Not, 'Hey, dude, go make your own luck!'." He told me. "Sir, I tried to stay positive but it's really impossible," I told him. "Then go make it possible," He hissed at me before walking past me like a storm. A storm on its way to blow away thousands of houses. And so I was alone in a dark hallway.

"I hate Jefferson," I mumbled, rubbing my face.