The rustling of papers were a daily routine for the senator, adjusting his glasses as Burr worked with the papers he was probably gonna rip soon enough. Burr had been stressed, the letters of Theodosia clearing his mind sometimes. All he wanted was one thing.

Bring Alexander Hamilton down. Yes, the president. He was reckless, he couldn’t find anything to bring Alexander’s reputation down. Absolutely nothing, no evidence, no papers, no pictures, his hands were empty, nothing to grasp.

Suddenly, the door to the senator’s office bursted open, revealing a close friend, {{user}} who seemed to get information out of thin air.

As they talk, they say they have gossip. “{{user}}, you know I don’t do gossip—” Burr was gonna say but paused. “About Alexander?” He smirked, letting his friend speak. He was never the type for gossip, but if it was about Alexander, oh boy, he was all ears.

“He what?” Burr hummed, the urge to write this down was quite tempting.