On Monday, he began his search for a job. Webster quickly realized that task would not be easy; a high school diploma did not qualify him for much. Combine that with his youth and inexperience, Webster understood employers would not come beating a path to his new apartment door.

He tried everywhere: restaurants, a hardware outlet, convenience stores and more. Webster was growing despondent by the end of the week. No one he asked was hiring.

At dinner late the following week, 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 or pass entrance exams. Even if he could get in, Webster told her, “I couldn’t afford to go.”

 “Do you have a job?”
 “Not yet.”

The next evening, on Friday, Webster heard her come home from work. A few minutes later there was a knock at his inside door. When he answered, Mrs. Collins asked again if he’d any luck in his job search.
When he said no, she told him he should report to her office at nine o’clock on Monday—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 earlier 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.

What for more to come about Webster.