‘Dear Leo Golak
On behalf of the actors guild, you have been summoned to the disciplinary committee sitting on Thursday, 27th April. Your presence is duly requested to attend with us.
Sincerely
Arnold Fummon
President, Fighters Guild.
Leo stared at the letter in his hands as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie. It spelt all shades of what the f**k? And how the hell did he get there? He sat on his bed and started to think long and hard. The way he beat that guy must have been pretty intense but he didn’t feel bad about it: as a matter of fact, he was not feeling anything at all. Strange. He felt empty.
‘Ruger, Urgh’ Leo wailed when his coach stepped into the room.
‘I heard, my dear, that the shameless man, Arnold, has swayed his will into mishap’, Ruger commented.
‘f**k
