@killer-boredom
Sam looked down at the address on his phone as he stepped out of the elevator, tensing a bit since he was sure it made him look even less like he belonged here. This part of town definitely wasn’t terribly familiar, and this building was well outside his financial reach. Of course...that would explain why this person had money to spend on something like this. An app to have people help you with stuff around the house when you apparently had no friends to help with that sort of thing. Still, Sam figured he didn’t have any friends either, so apart from the obvious differences in income maybe there was already a bit he had in common with this...guy? He looked at the name again and bit his tongue. Dandy...that wasn’t exactly a name one heard often if at all. Well, as long as he paid he could have whatever name he wanted. Sam stopped in front of the door, which he quickly realized was the only on on the floor. He knew he’d be going to the top, but he hadn’t expected this would be some kind of penthouse. This guy must have been other level money. Upper floor money. Clearly. Shoot, if he’d known he’d be working at the ritz he would have shaved first. No wonder the desk clerk had looked at him so funny when he gave her the number. Sam took a breath and knocked on the door, figuring it would be best to actually “show up” on time instead of standing in front of the door for the entirety of the appointment.