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Patsy and Jack were the pride of George's life. They were all he had left of his wife, and he treasured them immensely. George couldn't find a private tutor that he liked, however. They lived on an old plantation that had been passed down through his family for several generations. He worked in the city AND DC, depending on the time of year. As a senator for his state, George was a busy man. But, he always tried to make time for his children.
They were six and ten.
With how out of the way they were, he knew it would be easier to have someone come to the plantation to teach them rather than have them drive an hour to the nearest school.
It wasn't until a friend of his recommended a young man that graduated with one of his nieces that he may have found the right one. "Brilliant," Steuben had told him. He'd passed on the man's resume to George, and Steuben was right. The guy was brilliant, accomplished for his young age, clean record, grew up in an orphanage and volunteered there after he went to college, was offered a scholarship to several well-known Ivy League universities, and the list went on. George didn't think he could have found better, and after so many interviews, he felt a small sense of relief at having maybe found the solution.
So he had one of his assistants call the young man and ask him if he were interested in working for the senator.
A time was set for an interview.
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Alexander Hamilton was to meet George at his office in the city, dressed to the best of his ability. He wasn't exactly a rich kid. Fresh out of college with a few loans, fighting to get a job in journalism, and hoping that he can pay the rent. Nice clothes weren't usually his first choice in purchases. But he did his best.
He was asked to wait outside George's office until he'd finished with someone else.
Finally, George managed to finish his meeting and get rid of the guy to start his time with the young man he hoped to make his new tutor or nanny or...whatever he was supposed to call the position.
It was when the young man walked in that George knew he was up shit's creek. Short and dark hair, even darker eyes, a slight air of arrogance but not enough to be off-putting. Hamilton was on the short side of average, looked as if he never got enough sleep, but he had a shy smile that had George melting. And then berating himself for thinking so when he was still grieving over Martha. It'd been several years now, but that didn't make it any easier for him, didn't lessen the slight pang of guilt.
"Good afternoon Mr. Hamilton." He stood and met him on the other side of the desk, shaking Alex's hand before gesturing to a seat. George chose to sit in the one next to him rather than from behind his desk. He did this with his interns and employees when he interviewed them; George didn't want to scare them off.
"Good afternoon, sir." Alex took a seat and tried to get comfortable without slouching; he knew he had terrible posture.
With that, the interview began. There was a lot that Alex wouldn't say about his childhood; it was too personal, but he was happy to share his life from the time he arrived at the orphanage through college. He'd been through a lot. George knew that much, but he didn't pry and began to ask him about some of his interests and hobbies to finish off the interview. It seemed to calm the young man, who suddenly went on a tangent about this or that issue that he had with something; he talked with his hands and spoke faster than George could keep up. It was endearing to see Alex's face light up when he talked about something he enjoyed.
George decided to introduce him to his kids and invited him over for dinner on Friday to meet them. That would be the final test.
Alex lit up at that, "Oh I can't wait to meet them! But uh, I don't have any way to get there, sir."
George waved it off, "I'll send someone to pick you up." He grabbed one of his cards from his desk and scribbled out his personal cell phone number. "Here, text me your address and I'll send you the details of the time and all."
"Thank you, sir." Alex immediately put the car in his pocket with his cellphone to type the number in. "I have a question, though. Will someone be picking me up and driving me back every day or...?"
"Oh, no. You will stay with us if that's not a problem. I need a live-in if you're okay with that."
"And I assume my rent would come out of my paycheck?"
"Alexander, you working for me is rent enough. You'll be paid in full." George had more than enough to afford Alexander living with them rent free.
"That works for me." Alex smiled warmly at George, and George felt himself melting again. And it was settled.