Back to work, people! We have deadlines we have to hit! Deadlines!!!
Alexander unlocked his office door, taking in a deep breath at the fresh smell of paint. They had painted his office a light blue-ish colour, since that was George's favourite colour. Infact, all the office's were painted a light blue colour, while the floors either had a grey or dark blue blue rug to match.
The floor was no longer carpet, something Alexander rejoiced in, and instead was now dark brown wooden floors. His bookshelves had been changed recently too, either that, or painted. He used to have his back walls full of dark oak bookshelves, and yet now they were replaced with light grey bookshelves.
He didn't mind though, it went well with the rest of the room. The magenta couch was even gone, have been replaced with a nice white couch, complete with a ugly magenta pillow, and a bright yellow sunshine-looking pillow.
Alex stood in the center of his office, taking it all in as his hands brushed against his grey desk.
"Liking your new office?" Alex turns quickly, looking over at George, who smiles. "I had them all re-done while we were gone. I thought it would look much better than the ugly yellow wallpaper we had before, yes?" Alexander nods.
"It does look quiet nice, George. I'm suprised they let you do this."
"Well, A, the whitehouse isn't that old, and B, because the wallpaper was absolutely horrendous, the carpet hadn't been changed since the fifties, and one of the bookcases in my office was rotting." George says, ticking off the problems one by one on his hand. "Did I miss anything?" Alex laughs, shaking his head.
"No, you didn't sir." He says, sitting down at his desk. "But I do think it is time for all of us to get back to work. I'm sure India's representative is wondering why we blew them off for two weeks, and we need to form better relations with Canada, since they don't trust us because of the last president and his shitty party." George nods, sighing.
"Back to work then. I'll see you later, son." Alexander nods, watching him walk out. He sighs, and opens up his laptop, rolling back to plug it up.
"Hey, Alexander!" He glanced up, grinning as his friends walk into the room. Lafayette was leading them, of course, and he rounded the desk to give Alexander a big hug.
"Hello Mon petit lion. How was your two week break?"
"I learned how to fish, so it went well." Alex shrugs. "It wasn't too bad. Thomas even thought me how to play golf, although, like I thought, it was kinda boring."
"Thomas?" Hercules snorts, and Alex waves him off, rolling his eyes.
"Thomas Jefferson? The prick that wears magenta?" He jokes, and Laurens gives him a big grin. He didn't like that grin. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Alexander, do you like Jefferson?" Laurens asks, leaning against his desk. "Cause you only call people you like by their first names. 'xcept me cause of Adams." Alexander scoffs.
"I don't like Hercules and I call him by his first name. I don't like Angelica, Peggy, or Eliza and I call them by their first names." He says, frowning. Peggy, who was passing by on her way to George's office, sticks her tounge out at him.
"Wow Alex! I thought we had something!" The boys laugh, and Alex lets a grin slip onto his face.
"Anyway, I don't like Jefferson like that, okay? Can't I have a friendship with a guy that doesn't turn into you guys wanting us to be together? Jesus, this feels like dejavu- oh yeah because Madison said the exact same thing."
"That's because Madison's married to Dolly." Lafayette says, and Alexander rolls his eyes.
"Anyway, get out. I have so much work to do today since that two week break." Lafayette pouts.
"But Mon aime, we never hang out anymoorrreee." Alex groans in annoyance, rubbing his eyes.
"Fine, okay? We'll go to the bar tonight and drink. It's a Friday anyway, and Washington said we could come in tommorow if we want or not so-" Lafayette bounces on his heels, a grin on his face. "And I'm already regretting this."
"I will invite everyone! Like Peggy and Angelica and-" Alex tunes his out, seeing Thomas peeking in at him from his secretary desk. He waves his hand at the others, a silent question in the air, and Alex nods, mouthing,
'Please save me from them.' Thomas snorts and walks in.
"Alright Laffy-taffy, you gotta go. I have a meeting with Hamilton about finances."
"Oh! Frère! Vous êtes invités à boire ce soir! Ne sois pas en retard!" Thomas pauses for a couple of seconds as he digest what Lafayette says before chuckling.
"Oh, drinks sound good tonight. Me and James were going to go out anyway, so I know he'll come."
"Can we get back on task?" Alex says, and Thomas grins.
"He is right. C'mon you three, out." Thomas herds the men out with lots of grumbing and complaining, a grin on his face as he shuts the door.
"Your friends are wayy to much, Alexander." Thomas steals the seat infront of Alex, setting his own purple laptop down behind Alexander's sleek sliver one. "I did come for a reason. Agriculture and Industry, we need to shine up the rules before the Cabinet meeting today."
"Shit, it's today? I thought George was going to reschedule!"
"Ugh, I know, me too, but he didn't, so we have to get these rules done now. Did you do the rules before the bombing or-" Alex nods.
"I was working on them during our little break. I had four pages at first, but now I have two."
"Well, let's start working on this then. My first rule is about the crops..."
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Alexander sat in the meeting room early with Jefferson, talking back and fourth about the rest of the rules.
"Wait so, you really think automatic machines would be capable of being used to collect crops?"
"Well, we've been automatically doing jobs at factories for years, what's a little more automatic power, Alex?"
"True, but what about this one?" Alex puts question marks next to the rule.
"Oof, did I type that? Jesus, that wouldn't be good for either of us." Thomas glances up as George walks in, followed by Madison and Maria.
"Oh Maria! Your here!"
"Well yeah. Aaron is meeting with the vice leader of Afghanistan. I don't know what their talking about but oh boy does he looked stressed." Maria sits down beside Alex.
"Their probably going over politics. Either that or the troops in Afghan."
"Why do we still have troops on the ground in Afghanistan? Didn't we already destroy two of the biggest terrorist groups in their country? With their help?"
"Exactly." Madison deadpans, ending the conversation as more people trail in.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to work." Washington chuckles. "Last cabinet meeting we talked about Agriculture and Industry. Now I'm coming back to revist it. Secretary Hamilton, Secretary Jefferson, do you both have the rules ready?" Thomas waves his hand at Alex, nodding at him to speak.
"Yes sir, we do. Their simple rules in order to make sure both sides of the coin run smoothly. We've put down some parameters, and some fines if the rules are to be broken." George nods.
"Can you list off two of the rules and fines?" Alex nods, scrolling through their Google doc.
"Ah, Industry and Agriculture, are to work together in some aspects. Of course we already had this, but ah, Most farms made for cow milk and chicken eggs are not to mix with the farms made for distributing meat. Which means now you can't just send a sick or pregnant cow over to the meat factory and contaminate a whole line of meat." George nods, leaning against his desk, and Alex grins a bit.
"Another rule we were actually going to propose to you, Mister President-" Thomas raises an eyebrow at that. Alexander had never called Washington 'Mister president'. That was his thing. "Was to connect both the industry fund and the agriculture fund. From what we found out, which was a bit hard, since past secretary or Treasury's didn't keep a tight enough list, both industry and agriculture in the past racks in the same amount of cash. What we found out was that someone re-wrote the money from agriculture to stop feeding into it's fund, and instead feed into Capitol hills fund." There's whispers, and even George looks shocked. That's when Thomas speaks up.
"Hamilton is right, Mister president, but, if we combine both industry and agriculture, they'll be able to successfully make enough money on their own." George hums.
"That is a great idea. You two work well together, I might give you more projects. For now, let's start on talking about the financial plan for Capitol Hill. I heard it went over it's budget?" Alexander nods, knowing this was going to be a very long meeting.