First Impression

Chapter Two

William Collins was a reporter for the Wembley Observer in London, England. Charles Beerman was William’s best friend and comrade in everything. He was also a reporter for the Wembley Observer. William was working on a few pieces. One for the Wembley Statium, one for the Syon House, one for the Boston Manor House & Park and one for the The Mayfair Gallery founded by Richard Saltoun.

He used his own camera for his work and he enjoyed the challenge of searching for the information he longed to find. He always did the footwork in person. His best friend and colleague, Charlie was also working on a few pieces. The Eastcote House Gardens, Manor Farm Library, Health Robinson Museum and The Ruislip Lido Beach & Railway.

They both had extensive pieces and Charlie was a good writer and skimmed through the information on the internet and the library and called the places and asked them a list of questions and then he wrote his pieces. He also chose photographs from the internet to go with his pieces.

William Collins was not the short cut kind of man. When he did something, he went all out. He called the places he was doing a piece on and asked for an appointment for an interview. Then he brought his camera and notepad and pen. He had a list of questions and then just general information.

And he wrote down observations when they gave him an in-depth tour. Then he went back home or to the office and did his report with his photographs included. He was very thorough and his boss never complained except maybe pushing a deadline, but he was never late.

He was paid handsomely for his thoroughness. His boss often commented that maybe he should have been a detective instead. He admitted that he had thought about it, but he just enjoyed history and so that’s why he stuck with journalism. There were only two things he cared about his sister, Jemma and his job.

His mama died when he was very young and his father worked himself into an early grave.

So young William had to raise his little sister by himself. Luckily, his father left a small fortune and he used and invested it wisely and it tripled. To look at him you wouldn’t think of him as rich and only his best friend, Charlie knew of his wealth. He loved his work and he loved his sister. He had a housekeeper and a butler but he thought anything more than that was redundant.

He knew how to wash his clothes, clean his house and cook his own meals, he was just so busy with work that he didn’t have the time to do it. Sometimes she was a godsend. If it wasn’t for Mrs. Margretta Harris, he would forget his lunch and he would have to eat out and he hated eating those greasy foods that Charlie ate all the time. He always warned Charlie that it would start to affect his metabolism.