INT: CHAPTER ONE

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Enter Roman Algabhar; method actor by day,  king by night:

Although no-one's taken him seriously on the big screen before, having taken on some questionable "comedic" roles in the past but now he's ready to prove them all wrong

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Although no-one's taken him seriously on the big screen before, having taken on some questionable "comedic" roles in the past but now he's ready to prove them all wrong. He's also determined to have the last laugh:

  He's also determined to have the last laugh:

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INT: BOXING CLUB

INT: BOXING CLUB

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"... And that's a wrap..." Stefan, the photographer says to a tired Roman, who's already sitting by the sidelines and sipping on the flask of whiskey sitting beside his water bottle. "We'll call you if we need anymore photoshoots, but that should be enough for now."

"Thank god." Roman mutters under his breath that he's still trying to catch.

"Do you want to see them all now, or later?" Stefan asks him.  Roman shakes his head. "I can arrange a time tomorrow with your agent. When suits?"

Roman lets out a sigh as he puts his flask down. "No idea. I'll call Roy once I figure out what I'm doing tomorrow. I have an off day. Not sure what time I'll be awake, but I'll let you know?"

Stefan nods. "Okay, let me know as soon as possible because..." He checks his phone calendar. "...I have like two appointments tomorrow. One at ten in the morning and the other at five pm."

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