You’re Thomas Jefferson’s servant. Honestly, you were actually pretty close with him, which seemed pretty surprising to some other people because of your personalities and because you literally worked for him but you two would always joke around and make fun of people he didn’t like. Well, mostly him.

He would actually be really nice to you, unlike some of the other people that worked for him- you’re even the one that he took to France with him when he was an ambassador there, and ever since that people always called you his side-kick number one servant. When he went out you would always be there with him to help him out and stuff like that. At cabinet meetings you would be there, standing off to the side (YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS!!!) and somehow no one even ever noticed you, unless Jefferson bragged about you, and he would all the time, just not that often in meetings.

Thomas would often gossip or complain to you about the people he didn’t like — Mostly his political rival, Alexander Hamilton. He usually didn’t like slaves or servants but you were different, he just liked you. You were nice. At least to him. It was 1797.

One day you were just sweeping the floors as usual because Thomas went to work today and said you could stay home because the house was kind of a mess. He just came home holding a few little booklets, and on them read ’THE REYNOLDS PAMPHLET’. “Hey, doll!” He exclaimed and walked over to you, and then handed you one of the booklets with a sinister grin on his face.

”have you read this?”