The Press (Whamilton)

Ch.2

"Trump's making more awful tweets about you and your divorce."
"Dandy. Next?"
"The press is gonna find out you were late to this meeting."
"What else is new?"
"Donald claimed you got help from Russia to win the election."
"I have words I wanna say but I'm president. Moving on?"
"That's all."

Henry and George's conversations all went like that. Back and forth rapid fire replies. If Hamilton didn't know any better, he would say that they have some sort of secret internal language with each other. Washington sighed and asked for the new report. Charles shut his phone off and slowly picked up one piece of paper.

He began, "You're gonna have to throw a dinner soon for the cabinet and there will be one press member allowed to show up. Of course being James Madison, our typical recorder. Also, you need to watch out when people ask you questions in public because if you answer with the wrong thing you'll be ridiculed and if you don't answer at all then they'll claim you're avoiding questions and that you're untrustworthy."

Jefferson muttered, "We know a lot about that right, Mr.Hamilton?"

Alex huffed and snapped at him, "I don't know what you're implying, Mr.Jefferson."

"Oh nothing nothing at all."
"Really? Doesn't quite sound like nothing."
"Oh well it's just that, actually I won't say. I'm sure you've checked twitter."
"Frequently. What are you referencing?"
"Well it's just that there's rumor going around that you have a relationship with a certain secretary of education. That's all."

Eliza Schuyler's face went red and she glared at him with disgust. Hamilton slammed his hands on the table and stood up. "Like the whole world doesn't know about you and the vice president!" Now it was the vice president's turn to go red in the face. Adams cleared his throat.

"Maybe we should just all calm down and get on with the debate!" John laughed, sweating with nervousness. Jefferson sighed and gestured for Hamilton to sit down. Hamilton slowly sat down and took a deep breath. Mr.Washington cleared his throat.

"Hamilton, I have already been having the longest day of my life. Jefferson, i already had a talk with you about purposely getting a rise out of Alexander and how childish such an idea is. This is not middle school, this is a cabinet meeting. Now... Let's get on with the debate. Adams, announce please."

Adams stood up and beamed, "Today we will be debating about whether or not we should allow people to kneel during the national anthem, the basic theme of our country. The basic argument for the subject is that kneeling, in the eyes of many citizens, is a sign of disrespect to our flag and our country. But other people give valid points against it too. So all in favor of banning kneeling during the anthem say aye."

Henry Knox, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and John Jay all said aye.

"All opposed same sign!"

Washington, Hamilton, Charles Lee, and Eliza all said aye.

"A tie," George muttered, "Of course. Okay. Jefferson, hamilton, get it over with and come to an agreement so I can go home early."

Everybody relaxed and busied themselves with other work, talking amongst themselves as Hamilton and Jefferson argued back and forth. They were going back and forth a mix of facts and insults and petty comments. Hamilton's face was red and his glasses were close to flying off. Jefferson looked mostly calm, but his eyes said otherwise. There was a fire burning in the two of them, and the smoke George breathed in was unbearable.

"ENOUGH!" He shouted after five minutes or arguing, shutting them both up. "WE'LL SETTLE THIS ANOTHER DAY! Both of you need to shut up and learn how to grow up and do not think for one second that I'm not going to let you go home after this! Stay after the meeting and come to my office for a nice little chat how to act like members of a cabinet!" Jefferson gulped and sat down, packing up his things. Hamilton huffed and pushed his glasses up.