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No longer than 20 minutes after leaving their apartment, Philip was on the front door of The Yorktown Daily, smiling nervously at the receptionists that were devouring him with their eyes even if he was still underage. Not that he minded catching most women's attention everywhere he went – he definitely wouldn't be in his right mind if he did - but now he was running out of time to get at school on time. He knew the least he could do for his mother after their fight was keeping his word and delivering his mother's draft to his boss so he wouldn't worry about silly things like Mr. Washington firing him – like that would ever happen.
"Ladies, please! I'm looking for Mr. George Washington. I have something I must give to him as soon as possible or else I'll be late for class." He offered, blushing as hell after the women suggested a 2x1 night with him.
"Oh my god, just a school boy! What a shame! You are so handsome and sweet! But you know, I got a little Beta cousin that would love a date with an Alpha like you!" Cooed one of the two receptionists.
"Are you nuts?! My Omega brother should be the one to date him!" Argued the other one.
Fortunately for him, soon enough there was a harsh and very familiar cough that made them step back, blushing but giggling shamelessly knowing the most ashamed about the whole ordeal was the young Alpha.
"Ah… M-Mr. Washington! Sir! Good to see you this morning, Sir!" He greet the old Alpha rather nervously. What would Mr. Washington think of him if he thought he was flirting with his personnel in his own company?
"Philip, son, come in! Alexander just called to let me know you have something for me." Washington smiled at him, not waiting for an answer but for the teenager to follow him through the company and into his office. Though Philip couldn't help rolling his eyes at the mention of his mother call.
The Yorktown Daily was a private local newspaper with a fair fame of its own earned through the years, strongly oriented into the political space by his very founder, the long retired virginian Senator, George Washington. The articles they published were mostly entire pages of deep analyses over Government and Politics tactics and responses for any possibly relevant subject, which was of course, his mother's specialty; giving him as much as one broad page for himself to rant over politics on a weekly basis.
As much as Philip knew, Mr. Washington was the one who helped his mother the most when he was younger and in a dire need of a job to provide for himself and his upcoming child. Amazed by his sharp and eloquent essays back in college, he found his way to contact Alexander and offer him the chance to write for his brand new paper, with a position as fair as any of his Beta journalists, which the Omega accepted on the condition of doing it from home so he could take care of his son. They had worked like that ever since and now his mother was at the top of the company, beyond Alphas reporters and editors, without even having been there just once, and no one could tell what he was like or which rank he was. His articles had become the very core of the paper and the living nightmare for many politics who had to look out for his mother's articles to make sure the rather unknown journalist A. Hamilton wouldn't destroy their reputations.
"Close the door and take a seat, Son" The older Alpha conceded as he let teenager inside his office, careful enough to wait until his orders were followed before spoke again. "I just have to wonder, if you consent my curiosity, what sort of situation would make you pick up your mother's computer and take it here to me? If I know Alexander well enough, he probably would be beyond upset and you, my young man, would be in very big trouble as soon you get home." he inquired, more amused than anything with the little he knew about his right hand man struggling to rise a child just as hectic and impulsive, an Alpha version of himself.
"It's not like-! Uh" The boy struggled to find a way to explain himself but it seemed quite hard since his mother already took the advantage of bad mouthing his actions as a reckless child tantrum. "Mr. Washington, Sir..-!"
"Just Washington is ok, Son. I don't go by "Mr." ever since I gave up politics." He said and Philip had to bite his tongue to NOT wonder how a man, an Alpha like this would ever give up politics.
"So… Washington? It's fine, yeah, I know I'm probably grounded 'til the end of the world or something but…ahg!" He began a little awkwardly by addressing his mother's boss that freely. "With all respect, Sir, I just came to submit Pop's draft before he would rewrite it a sixth time." He ranted annoyed and then feeling even more nervous as he saw the older man taken aback and then sighing in resignation to his mother antics. "Sir?"
"This is just too much, even for Alexander's standards." the Virginian said with a concern that made Philip smile in sympathy as he knew now he had Mr. Washington – just Washington – on his side. "You did well, Son. Your mother truly needs someone who takes care about his overworking habits. It wasn't any different when he was younger and it only seems to get worse the older he gets."
"Yeah, more like he needs someone to drag him off his desk and force him to take a goddamn break." He shut his mouth a little too late. "I-I mean… ahh I just.. I'm sorry, Sir.." Washington only laughed, allowing himself to have a little fun over the poor teenager in front of him.
"It's all right, Philip. I know it isn't easy for you, your mother has never been easy, but I'm glad at least he has a good son like you to look after him." he smiled fondly at the young Alpha he could see as his own grandson despite his mother's efforts not to accept anything but the necessary friendship with him until no longer than a couple of years ago. "What about you lend me that draft so you can go ahead to your classes?"
"Ah! Yes!" He hurried his way to his backpack at the sudden reminder that he was running out of time for school. Doing a little mess of himself, he took out his mother's computer without realizing some papers heading to the floor as he quickly handed the requested object to the old Alpha and made an excuse to leave as polite as he could. "It has been a pleasure, Mr. Washington, I mean, Washington, Sir! I gotta go now, but thanks for understanding! Bye!"
"Anything you need, Son" and with that he saw the young Hamilton disappear from his office. Then he took notice of the papers on his floor. "Huh?"