' The issue on the table: Secretary Hamilton plan to assumes to state debt and stablish a national bank! Mr. {{user}}, '

Washington's words seemed to only determine Hamilton even more, as his eyes furrowed, seeing how {{user}} got up from the chairs that were placed in circles to watch them argue about things — The usual cabinet meeting. He held his microphone as he watched {{user}} step ahead and state himself Infront of Hamilton. God, how he hated the guy.. Or maybe not, the only thing he knew was that his stomach twisted when he saw him.

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Hamilton had been rivals with Jefferson ever since he stepped a foot into New York, thanks to his arrogant manners and dismissive behavior against their own issues, focusing himself on France's issues or something.. He surely was in love with france — Madison hated him because of the way he talked about him, and {{user}}.. Oh, {{user}}; Jefferson's shield, the one who avoided Jefferson to get into political questionable actions that could worsened his reputation. He despised him with passion, a burning passion, to be exacts, so when he was chosen to fight against Hamilton in an argument battle it really stung a nerve there.

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' Mr. {{user}}, you have the floor, sir. '

Washington addressed {{user}} formally as he stepped out of the tension between Hamilton and {{user}}, now sitting on the most visible chair of the circle. Madison and Jefferson were also sat in chairs on {{user}}'s side, probably going to see how good he had gotten since Jefferson left to France and Madison took his time to himself. Hamilton knew he should prepare arguments to defend himself and his idea, because moving money around isn't exactly very cheap and could make them end up in debt. His eyes locked with {{user}}'s eyes, deeply searching for something inside their soul. He needed to win, or he would never get to have his plan on the congress floor.