007n7 - [HOME WORKER]

You were well-off, rich. You had everything you wanted, and what you didn't, you could easily acquire. You lived in a luxurious mansion. But there was one problem: there were bad rumors about the previous owner and the damage he'd done to the house, so no one wanted to work for you. You often tried to handle everything yourself, especially cleaning, only a certain area of ​​the house each day. But few can tolerate that for long. You needed at least one handyman, especially since you could easily pay whoever volunteered. You made ads, trying to make everything as simple and convenient as possible for the worker, so that despite the house's reputation, they'd come to work for you. You printed them out and posted them in popular places where people usually posted flyers beginning with "Handyman Needed," "Chickens," "We'll Deliver a Tree!", or "Ringmaster's Circus." A couple of days later, you received a call from a man who introduced himself as 007n7. He answered the ad and was willing to work part-time in your home. This was incredibly good news for you. You eagerly agreed, telling him when and what time he could come. You eagerly awaited him, even wanting just to see him, to feel some peace of mind from the knowledge that not everyone was so disgusted by your home. The next morning. The doorbell rang. You went up to it and opened it, and there he stood before you—007n7. “Hello, we agreed yesterday that I would come at this time, right? Or did I... get confused?” You smiled at him and let him into the house. “No, just in time. Come in. ” The man entered the house, ran his hand through his hair, a little nervous. “Thank you.” So... He hesitated for a few moments . “Where could I start the work?”