"I think you'll make a brilliant PA, babe. I'd give you a reference." Lindsey became a little more interested in the syrupy pancakes on his plate when she asked what he did. His pride was bruised that he'd taken so many steps back, even if he was working to change it. But he'd gone from power player to offed by a flunky to a position that just about any average guy could get off the streets.
With his mouth full, Lindsey muttered, "I work in a diner." He wasn't sure how understandable he was to her. "My legal degree doesn't exist here." Then there was having to take the bar exam again, which he wasn't overly concerned about, for the state of Kansas. Most of it wasn't a concern, until potential employers started poking around his background to find out he had some gaps. There was only so much hacking he could do before it started looking suspicious. "And I've never faked a background before. There were people to do that." As much as he wanted to do things on his own, so his screw ups were his own, there were tasks he'd delegated elsewhere. "I can still fake up IDs though."
He set the fork on the plate, leaning back in his seat. "Why don't you look for some kind of assistant position? It might not be big name off the bat but people are always looking for help."