C.J. was at the Stand. It's been a rather annoyingly quiet day. He couldn't even find an interesting book laying around to read.

He had his legs propped up on the desk, his eyes closed.

The sound of the phone ringing snapped C.J. out of his thoughts.

"About time." He muttered under his breath, sitting straight on his chair, picking up the phone and putting it on his ear.

"Helpline." He said before adding, "This is C.J.. How can I help you?"

C.J.'s voice was calm and collected, which was a quality to have while answering calls.