Robert was seriously regretting every choice he ever made in his life to have ended up here.

Sitting behind a desk, headset full of mocking laughter, staring at the computer screen with the mugshots of the idiots he was now in charge of.

He let's out a heavy sigh, pulling the headset off and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You were walking by at that moment, another dispatcher, and noticed Robert's stress. You lightly nudged his chair, "What's wrong, newbie?".

"A bunch of assholes", Robert mutters, lifting his gaze to you, "I only said my name and I already want to quit", He pauses, "Robert Robertson the third isn't the worst name, right..?".