When the advice columnist didn't show up ten minutes before he was to due to go on air, JJ got up out of his chair and went up to the front. "Missy," he told the receptionist without much heat, "you're supposed to send the guests back not worry about your nails." Like him she wasn't exactly hired for the ability to actually do the job. He thought she was related to one of board members, which is why she actually still had the job.
He looked at the blonde standing in front of the desk. "Bethany Dunstan?" He offered a hand like he'd been taught. His mum would be so proud. "JJ Summers. Come on back."
Hands shook, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the studio. "I don't know what your producer or editor or whatever the equivalent told you, but this is a music show with talk elements."