Junior's Return

Chapter 1: Banker

Las Vegas- 2026

38 year old James Choke sat behind his desk at his office at McArthur Bank in Las Vegas, Working at a bank had not

been James' reasons for moving to Vegas but jobs were jobs and beggars can't be choosers. Not that James was

anywhere near being beggar. He was the senior loan/sponsor officer at McArthur Bank and lived in a penthouse

located a few blocks away from Circus- Circus. On his desk, there was a picture of three of his children. The oldest,

Paul Choke was 17. His hair was a brown color, a cross between James and his first ex-wife Kerry. The second

was a girl, Ellen Choke, who took after her mother, she was 16 and the third was 12 year old James Duncan "JJ"

Choke Jr. who took right after his father. James spoke into an intercom on his desk.

"Frankie I'm going on my lunch break," he called.

"Yes Mr. Choke, but there's still one person to see you," came the response.

James sighed. "Say I'll be back in like 15, 20 minutes tops." He darted out the door before seeing someone sitting on a

chair waiting outside his office. He was around James' age, only he had dark brown hair and looked a bit older. But

James realized who it was immediately and tried to run before the man would recognize him.

"James! James bloody Beckett!" the man called out.

"Shit," James muttered under his breath. He turned around. "I'm sorry you are?" he asked hoping to throw him off. But

the man wasn't slightly fooled.

"It's Junior Moore! From London," he explained. "My dad was the big coke guy."

James sighed. There was no point denying it since Junior had already seen him. "Hey," he tried to smile. "Sorry I didn't

recognize you. How long has it been like 25 years?"

Junior nodded and still spoke in a British accent. "Sounds about right. What are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," James responded. He opened the door to his office. "Why don't you come in?"

"Wait, that office says James Choke, Senior Loan Officer. You trying trash it or something?"

Damn it! James thought. He had totally forgotten that it had a sign on it. "Er, Junior, here's the thing my name kinda is

James Choke, well now at least."

"Why'd you change it?" Junior asked.

"Thought it sounded a lot nicer, Don't you think?"

'Whatever." Junior responded walking in. James followed.

"So what's your business here?" James asked.

"To be honest I need a loan." Junior said.

"What, you still doing coke?" James asked, hoping for a reason to throw Junior out.

"Sort of. When I was like twenty-something I quit but than I started gambling. You gotta help me James, Big Jay says

that if I don't have the cash by Monday they're gonna take my thumbs! I'm broke."

"How much cash do you need exactly?" James asked.

"About 50 grand should do it."

James bit his lower lip. "You got any work Junior?" he asked.

Junior shook his head. "Worked for an auto dealership for a couple of months but they gave me the boot last week.

Bloody imbeciles."

"You got a bank account Junior?"

"Weren't you listening? I'm bloody broke!"

"Sorry," James said. "But aside from that, how are you doing?"

Junior was giggling a bit. "Not bad, I've lived off some cash from my old man. But honestly, I've got about ten kids

with ten different one-night standers." He began to burst out laughing. "Not bad for the guy who was trying to get

off with your step-sister eh?"

James faked a laugh but honestly, he was worried about Junior. A person wasn't meant to live like that. "You actually

take care of your kids and stuff?"

Junior shrugged."Arguably," he said picking up the photo of James' kids on the table. "Your kids?"

"Yeah," he nodded." In total, James had five kids from two marriages. His second ex-wife, Debbie was a day manager

of a nearby hotel. Although when she and James divorced she'd moved to Spain and hardly ever saw her kids.

"So can I get a loan or not?"Junior asked.

"Maybe we could talk about it some other time?" James suggested."Like have a guys night out or something and

discuss it, leave our kids to know each other or whatever?"

"Sure," Junior grinned. "Friday okay?"

James nodded. "Friday is okay," he smiled back.