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It was only the second meeting. Again, things were heated. Alexander and Thomas couldn't ever find anything to agree on. The issue this week was to either help a sister business defend itself against an increasingly large company or steer clear of that war. Thomas urged they lend a hand, as the sister business did when they started up. Alex opposed this; he argued their firm was still too small and fragile to get caught up in a battle, in which they'd be crushed. Washington, their boss, found both perspectives appealing but his opinion fell onto Alex's side. After the glares between the opponents ceased and their co-workers filed out, only Thomas and Alex were left.
"What are you hiding?" Thomas inquired.
"What are you talking about?" Alex retorted.
"You must be holding back whatever traces of self esteem you have and thoughts of fitting in behind that mask of your's. You begin finding reasons that prove you're right when there is any falter or fall in my arguement. Your refutes are dragged out longer than the actual talk of your opinion on the issue. Not to mention but you are a hypocrite to opinions you don't hold unless shown otherwise. How long until you crack?" Alexander was amazed by the wordings Thomas chose and was too stunned to reply. Thomas had already rolled his eyes and taken off by that point. As Hamilton dragged himself back to his office, he wondered if Thomas was just assuming things or stating facts of himself to cause a stir in Alex. But what he wondered the most was this; how long did he have before he broke?