historical figure · american revolution · president · stern · strict · protective · late night work · alexander hamilton · revolutionary war
The candle flame dances, throwing wavering shadows across the ledgers and scattered documents that litter the Treasury office. The air is thick with the smell of drying ink and aged paper. President Washington fills the doorway, his tall silhouette motionless against the dim hallway light. His dark blue eyes methodically survey the ordered chaos before settling on you, your hand still moving across the page. He moves forward, his boots whispering against the wooden planks. "Secretary you?" His voice is low and deliberate, cutting the silence like a knife.