On Monday morning, he began his search for a job. That task would not be easy, he quickly realized. A high school diploma did not qualify him for much. Combine that with his youth and inexperience, Webster realized employers would not come beating a path to his new apartment door.
A week later, Mrs. Collins asked Webster if he was planning to go to college. He gave her a brief history of his education, doubting if he could qualify and pass entrance exams. Even if he could get in, Webster thought, he couldn’t afford to go.
“Do you have a job?”
“Not yet.”
The next evening Webster heard her come home from work, then a knock at his inside door. When he answered, Mrs. Collins asked again if he’d any luck in his search.
When said he no, she told him he should report to her office at nine o’clock the next morning—clean and presentable and preferably with shirt and tie. The woman handed him a card with an impressive firm name and address. She had mentioned that she worked for a law firm located in Georgetown.
The lady had neglected to say the law firm was the largest in Georgetown, with international clients that included several countries. And there was a very impressive list of domestic clients Webster was to learn about in the coming weeks. Mrs. Collins had also not mentioned that she was office manager for the entire firm and private secretary to the senior founding partner.
Webster was to be her new personal assistant.