The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 28

Okay so I realized that I went from Chapter 15 to Chapter 18? Like I didn't skip anything plot wise I just messed up the numbers for the chapters along the way. Cuz I've had two author's notes, so even though I was on chapter 16, it said untitled part 18, so I put chapter 18 instead of 15. So technically I'm on chapter 26 and not 28 whoops??? Anyway, enjoy.

"Hi you've reached Alexander Hamilton either I can't come to the phone or I'm on the other line, leave a message and I'll get back to you, bye."

Eliza tossed her phone aside and rubbed her eyes. It was too late in the night for her to be worrying about him like this. Maria was asleep by her side, snoring into her chest. The clock read 2:24, and Eliza wondered how much sleep she would get if she fell asleep right then. Three hours? Two? What if she just didn't sleep at all?

"Liz," Maria whispered, "Sleep. Work tomorrow."

"You're not sleeping either, faker." Eliza mumbled, scooting down under the covers. Maria pressed little kisses to Eliza's hand, trying not to giggle. "He's not answering his phone. What if he's hurt himself?"

Maria asked, "Do you wanna take a quick ride over there?" Eliza shook her head and wrapped her arms around Maria's waist.

"I'm just gonna pray," Eliza whispered, "I'm too tired to get in the car." After that, the two cuddled and finally decided to actually sleep this time.

Alexander Hamilton called a taxi to work, which was quite awkward since the driver knew exactly who he was. The entire ride was silent besides the occasional "so whats the white house like" kind of question out of the driver. Hamilton wished he was French so he could hate Americans and not be judged.

After the painful, one hour, traffic filled cab ride Alexander decided that taxis were the worst form of torture on Earth. He looked at the building before him and took a few deep breaths. "It's just work," He mumbled, "It's fine." He clutched the dog tags around his neck, nodded a little, and went to work.

The building was painfully quiet. No meetings were scheduled for the day, and Alexander had already overworked himself enough. All he really had to do in the office was organize his office and apologize to Eliza for yelling at her the other day. Alex walked down the hall to his office, but not before checking if Eliza had arrived yet. Her office light was off, which meant Alex beat her to work somehow. A rare sight, truly.

"Hamilton," Jefferson greeted as he walked by, "Good to see you."

Alex muttered, "Morning," and kept walking to his office.

"Oh, Hamilton, what are you doing here anyway?" Jefferson asked, turning around to catch up with the treasurer.

Hamilton shrugged and said, "I work here?"

"I know, I just mean this hall. You're in hall 3."

Alex looked around. It took him a moment to remember that his office is in hall 3, and he was currently in hall 2. "I... um... Oh!" He laughed nervously, "I was looking for Ms.Schuyler!"

"Right." Thomas frowned, "Have you been... sleeping? You look exhausted."

"Of course," Alex lied, quickly walking away from Jefferson. "Why are you worrying so much?"

Jefferson caught up with him quickly. "You should take the day off. Or even just sleep in your office for an hour or so. I know you might have work to do but-"

"Yes I have a lot of work, Thomas- Mr... Mr. Jefferson." Alex took a deep breath and sighed, "I have a lot of work to get to, Mr. Jefferson, and you are distracting me from said important work. If you'll excuse me, I will be in my office. Alone. Working." He shoved past Mr. Jefferson and left the hall. Thomas watched him go, a permanent frown on his face.