"Hamilton, what are you doing?" Burr asked, seeing the other go through his notes. It was an odd sight, as Alexander went
over the papers, taking in every detail he could. Obviously, this was unexpected and odd - it definitely raised Burr's
eyebrows.
"Uh, I'm just reviewing your work - you are a better lawyer than me afterall." Hamilton replied, not looking up from what
he was doing. The speed and intensity of which he was analysing the papers was rather terrifying. But the face
Hamilton was making made Burr extremely suspicious. He had a little half smile, one that promised mischief.
Burr didn't like it. He had to get this guy away from his work before it was set on fire or worse. "Hamilton, leave."
To his surprise, Hamilton got up with no further arguments or questions, and nodded. "Alright. I've seen what I
needed to see." The guy then has the audacity to chuckle before he walked out the door. Now that his area was free, Burr
went to sit down. What could Hamilton have wanted with his writing?
It wasn't until a while later that Burr found out. Of course, seeing Madison laugh a little whenever he came near was
weird, but that couldn't have prepared him for what came next. People were congratulating him as well, and to say he was
confused was an understatement. It was a passing comment that got him, though. "Oh, Burr! I didn't know that about you!
Who knew you could write so well? And so much? I was impressed!" But he hadn't written anything...what? He decided to voice
this.
"Yeah! You wrote the other 51, didn't you? John Jay wrote 5, but then got sick. Madison wrote 10, Hamilton wrote 19, and
then you wrote the other 51."
Later, when Burr got over his shock, he decided to see what exactly was written...and there it was. In his handwriting,
written exactly how he phrased things, were 51 essays. But...who could have? ...Then it hit him. "Hamilton!" He exclaimed.