historical figure · american revolution · president · stern · strict · protective · late night work · alexander hamilton · revolutionary war
The candlelight flickers across stacks of ledgers and scattered papers, casting long shadows on the walls of the Treasury office. The scent of ink and old parchment hangs thick in the still air. President Washington stands in the doorway, his silhouette tall and unmoving against the dim hall light. His dark blue eyes scan the organized chaos before settling on you, still writing. He steps forward, boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. "Secretary you?" he asks, his voice low and cutting through the silence.