One shots (mostly platonic tbh)

In which Alexander actually says no

A/n: saw a post about this on Pinterest so I had to write something lol. Was gonna make a story but lost inspiration so I ended up with this
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Alexander's POV
It was late at night. I hadn't slept in a what felt like a week. The lack of sleep was weakening me, barely allowing me to hold my quill.

My thoughts trailed to Eliza, my wife. She hadn't been gone very long but I still missed her. I missed Angelica as well. She was like a sister to me. I also missed Philip. If he were here he'd tell me to go the fuck to sleep.

I forced myself to focus on the paper in front of me and realized I'd subconsciously been writing Eliza's name over and over.

I groaned loudly as I scrunched up the half-done paper and laid a new one the desk. I really needed a break. Every single part of me wished I'd joined my family upstate, but I knew I had to get this plan to congress if I wanted to keep my job.

My eyes started to close despite my attempts to keep them open.

Then suddenly I jerked awake by a rapid knocking on the door. Who would visit me at this hour? I put my quill down and went to open the door.

Outside stood a gorgeous woman. She wore a simple but beautiful red dress and her long black hair framed her face perfectly. Her deep crimson-colored lips were slightly parted and she was panting as if she'd been running.

I was about to question her reason for this unusual visit when she started talking.

"I know you're a man of honor. I'm really sorry to bother you this late but I didn't know where to go. I'm all alone"

I could tell she was desperate. She continued.

"My husband's been beating me, cheating on me and mistreating me. Then suddenly he's gone and I don't have the means to go on. Can you please help me, sir?"

At the end of her story, she was crying. I felt really bad for her. Her husband was an ass.

"Ill see what I can do, Miss. May I ask your name?" I said.

"Maria Reynolds, sir" she replied.

I had invited Maria inside and we were now sat on the couch. I had made coffee for us as I feared I would pass out without the caffeine.

"Correct me if I'm wrong. You wish to leave your husband but you can't due to financial issues, and you want my help to make it happen"

Maria nodded.
"That would be correct Mr. Hamilton," she said.

"Oh please. Alexander is fine" I insisted.

I found it fair since she had refused to be called anything but Maria.

"Of course. Can you help me, Alexander?" she asked.

I could tell she was nervous. I was her last hope. If I denied her she'd be lost.

"I'd be more than happy to see if my friend could let you stay with him for a while. See, I have this plan to establish a national bank. The bank would help people in need of money to get back on their feet. The only problem is that both Jefferson and Madison are against my plan and I need the votes to get my plan through" I explained.

Maria seemed hopeful to know there was a way.
"I might be able to help you with the votes, Alexander. I can be very 'convincing~'" she said with a chuckle.

Oh, boy, did I feel bad for Jefferson and Madison. They wouldn't even know what hit them.