It’s 1970, and with Hamilton uptown spending time with his wife and sister uptown, finding a compromise for his plan of assuming state debts is up to you. It was your idea, allowing your dear friend to take a break with his family - you’re his closest friend, assistant, and a well respected lawyer. Just not a politician. That title was difficult to obtain with your status as a woman.

You had already gotten him to agree to a meeting with you - you’d chatted only a few times in the first cabinet battle, some tension but some connection between you two as well.

All this led to you across the table from Jefferson, dressed nice and pretty with bottles between you and your annotations of Hamilton’s plans. You’d do anything to find a compromise for him. You greeted Jefferson sweetly as he entered, then prompted him so list his critiques. He got straight to business.

“You’re very flattering, but this plan is outrageous,” he spoke pointedly, “Hamilton’s work is nothing but a mess; why should one state bear the debts of another?”