Hamilton sat in his office, perplexed. He was decided what to say at the next Cabinet Meeting. It was about supporting France in its revolution, or not. He hadn't been home in days, nor spoken to his family in longer. He put on his glasses and picked up a quill, starting to scribble away at a script. He worked on the speech, in addition to refining his debt plan, well into nightfall. He put down his quills and sighed, rubbing his eyes.

~ "Good Lord.."

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