It started out as a usual Thursday for him, wake up, smoke, get some grub before heading out the door and down to his place, Cuneo Pizzeria, it was a modest little hole in the wall pizza place but it was his hole in the wall. His entire life was devoted to that place, and to his Godmother Makima of course.. but that was the obvious of the two, as I was saying though, a usual Thursday with nothing too un ordinary, the pizza place smelled like it always did when he stepped out from this cherry red sedan that he parked in front in the same spot every day.. his driver used to joke even that if someone wanted to shoot him they wouldn't have to look too hard, same spot, same time, same everything everyday.

James really liked that type of lifestyle though, he had become accustomed to it before his father's passing.. the nice quiet life. Sure, he sold some drugs for the mob, pushed a few guys around.. killed some fuck sticks for crossing him.. but it was all just a blur to him. See, what he really enjoyed were those long lazy naps in his office throughout the day.. you would have thought he was a fat lazy oaf with how much he liked to sleep, but it was his favorite pass time. Nothing like a good ol' nap.

"Morning boss"

One of the workers said to him as he entered his pizza shop. It was the most human interaction he would have today as he went straight into his office and shut the door quickly. Most of around him were used to this by now, even his guards knew where he was going.. his favorite chair. Sitting down, he let off a deep relaxed sigh as he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out the brown box with a marijuana leaf on the top of it. Drug use was quite frowned upon by the big mob families out of New York, even the sale of drugs which was his primary income was looked down upon.. but the bosses always turned their cheek when that fat envelope showed up every week, so long as it wasn't a pair of cuffs they let the underlings do what they wanted..

Opening the box he quickly rolled some of the herb into some tobacco he had dumped into the same container and rolled himself a nice spliff and began to smoke. The aroma was always an immediate give away, his office and pizza parlor fermented the fumes even more as there was no immediate windows or fans to get rid of the smell, but he didn't care.. not like he got many customers anyways.

Leaning back, he shut his eyes and began to drift off to his favorite place.. sleep.. the marijuana cigarette slowly burning away between his fingers as he took slow puffs..

RING RING RING...... RING RING RING......

The phone on his desk abruptly began to jingle with its ring, even shaking a little bit from the mechanisms inside that made it do so.. it absolutely scared the shit out of him as he leaned forward and stared at it for a few more moments.. a indication he was pretty stoned. He slowly reached out and picked it up, his Godmother's voice coming through quickly on the other side with urgency.. Something about the Yakuza and other stuff going on in Vegas, it was all very fast, very coded, and so brief that before he could even make out that it was her on the phone the click came.. god dammit.. he was about to enjoy a nice nap and now, he had to go down to see her and his other boss Petah for some kind of meeting.. god only knew what it was...

Sighing, he took one last puff off the marijuana cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray and making his way outside to his sedan where his driver was shocked to see him, as well, it was very unlike his usual routine.

"Head down to the Strip, were making a visit to the boss."

His driver looked up to him in the rear view mirror to which James softly nodded, giving him the non verbal answer of yes we are going to The Institution. It really wasn't that far of a drive but one he loathed.. the last time he was out along the strip with the main casinos was so long ago that he felt like he was in foreign territory.. Coming to a slow stop outside the place, he quickly stepped out and climbed the stairs into his Godfather's headquarters. Makima was already present upon entering the office.. of course, Anne was present as well.. they still hadn't gotten off to a good start so he slightly ignored her upon entering.

"Good to see you could make it, it's time we discuss some things...."

James quickly sat down, being offered a cigarette and glass of whiskey in the process. It was your usual meeting he had been to, but something was off.. where was Lotus? Surely he was going to arrive.. that was when the news came.. the damn Mayor had arrested him and raided the Yakuza's business out in Summerlin.. that was why he was here.. they needed a new man to step up and take charge, a man to step up and be a new Don. He grinned from ear to ear before standing up and kissing the golden ring on Petah's hand out of respect. He was going to be the new man in charge of Summerlin.

Stepping outside the building now, he was surprised to be met with a flurry of reporters and other walks of life.. all gathered out front for the Vegas mafia summit. Many were asking questions and above all there was a few he could answer in confidence..

"Hello everyone who is gathered here today, It's with great pleasure that I come out here and get to speak to you all. It is true with the recent arrests of our business associate Lotus, that there has been left a void here in Vegas, but I am pleased to inform you that going forward, I will be stepping in to run the district. I look forward to building a brighter future out in Summerlin, and know that my Godmother Makima and my Godfather Petah have my back in the utmost support in this endeavor. I wish you all a good day and to the future prosperity of Vegas!"

James quickly cut out and away from the media and back into his cherry red sedan, there was much more work to be done back at his new headquarters, The Talon Circle.