My One True Love... [Aaron BurrxAaron Burr] (ONESHOT(s)) {COMPLETE}

。3。(PART ONE)

I can't believe this.. 216 READS?! Oh, my gosh guys! Everyone that read this made my day! So, I'm making another part. Hopefully, it will be as good as my other ones, (since that was legit my best writing) so, sorry if it's short! (I'm in a rush to get this out)
You ready Aaron? 'Cause I'm definitely not!
Aaron: *sighs* (also sorry my writing style changed!)
AND NOW IT'S AT 224

•AU 3•

    Aaron sighed, slipping out of the crowded office area. The boss, George Washington, had assigned a 100-page paper off the statistics of the company, and his favorite worker, Alexander Hamilton, had finished it in two days, with a 200-page example, possibly more, no one asked him how much there was.
I went to the coffee stand, where I could fill my mug with the caffeinated delight, to my displeasure though, Alexander and Jefferson were fighting over who would get the last bit of coffee cream. Being the reserved person I was though, I decided to take it myself without a tas bit of guilt.
I slid in between the two childish men, pouring the unsweetened coffee into my already dirty cup, the last drop poured into the cup, I slid next to Jefferson, grabbing some milk from the mini fridge beside the table, a couple cheap artificial sugar packs next to the red straws to stir with. The creamer, on the table between Jefferson and Hamilton.
    I poured the fatty milk into the coffee, then the artificial sugars (which I knew were bad for my health, but I was tired and hadn't thought of bringing my own sugar to work), finally; the creamer, I grabbed it carelessly pouring the rest into my drink, grabbing my cup heading back to my cubicle. I heard Alexander gasp screaming at Jefferson for using the rest of the creamer. Then the Janitor—George Fredrick ((King George III))—walked to them, shushing them angrily saying there was more in the storage and staff lounge. He walked away saying how if he was the head of the company he would have imposed taxes and decreased the money everyone was earning from their check. Everyone who heard scowled silently. Everyone wondered how he even got the job, it was mystery that needed to be solved.
Aaron sat down in his uncomfortable office chair, it was troublesome enough to not get a box and sit on it instead of the piece of crap he was currently sitting on. He sighed, rubbing his temples in an irritated manner. The bags under his eyes slowly growing bigger every second he lost more sleep. He was miserable, he knew he was miserable. He needed a day off, a day to himself, but he needed to work, wether he liked it or not.
So he typed away on his computer, filing documents, complaints, and spam from promoting companies. His mind gone dull, the boring amount of things he needed to go through completely finished. He went to his personal email. One received, "Okay..." he opened it up. It was from Theodosia, her email address being, deartheodosia1. And it said,

Dear, Aaron,
You need to sleep, I've watched you come home exhausted going to your computer only to work more. Home is made to be comfortable, not stressful, home is here you can relax at the end of the day. The company is pushing you too hard, you're pushing yourself too hard.

I expect you to be home tomorrow at the very least taking a day off from work.

Love,
Theodosia

Aaron sighed, disappointed in himself for making her worry. He might have had a good paying job, but it doesn't mean he can't take a day off? 'No.' He thought, 'I need to work,' he banished the day off from his head, taking his cup in his hands drinking the last drops from it.
Even if he was able to take the day off, the company would be low on employees, James Madison was out sick, Benjamin Franklin retired from old age, and not everyone could work fast enough—except Hamilton. They were lacking staff due to no one agreeing to work, the C.O.N.G.R.E.S.S.—the Continuous Opportunities Nations Got, Resigned (while) Enduring Stressful States (of inconvenience), as we call it—hasn't convinced enough people to join. (A.N.- That [the Congress thing] didn't make sense but I'm proud of it! Also sorry for the A.N.!)
Aaron checked the clock, shocked by the time, 9:30 pm. Work went by quicker than he thought. Aaron stretched, walking out of his cubicle and into the small box of an elevator, Aaron waited tiredly for the doors to close. Just as they were about to finish shutting two hands squeezed through, causing the elevator doors to open again.
Aaron's eyes darkened in anger and dullness as two of the most irritating men that worked here stepped in together. The two were fighting about Hamilton's plans to assume the company's debt, Jefferson ridiculed him, saying it was stupid, disagreeing that it would rid the company's debt.
Before the doors closed again, Aaron walked out, heading to the stairs. He couldn't stand another second with those two. As he reached the bland lobby, going out the door before he got another spoonful of Hamilton and Jefferson's arguments. He called a taxi to take him home. Aaron's wore an emotionless face, the only emotion that was showing was irritation, and sleepiness.

(A.N.- Sorry for the cliffhanger!)