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want traditional, she wanted Ceridwen. She was barely six at the time. Her mother had called her stubborn, but then she had said that fire inside her was good, that it would take her places she only dreamed of going and to never let anybody extinguish it.
     
    She turned to find a man with dark features—hair, eyes, and a richly almost Middle Eastern skin tone kissed by the sun and smooth.
     
    “Yes. May I help you?” People who called her by her stage name typically knew her as a dancer only. She would guess he wanted an autograph or something. She had a lot of work to get done, but one autograph wouldn’t throw her off schedule too much.
     
    “I saw you dance in Morocco on your last Universe win.”
     
    That was so many years ago, but she understood why people still associated her with it. She was the reigning champion in the competition for so many years—more than any other dancer, and to just drop out of it probably still seemed crazy to everybody on the outside. Her life had changed so much in such a short time after that competition that all of her subsequent choices made sense to her with the exception of one choice that is. Sending Preston divorce papers is the one do-over she wished she could have. Although she wasn’t sure why she felt that way given the fact that the man hadn’t decided to fight for her or for their marriage. He had meant every word he said when he relegated her and their relationship to second place in his life—maybe it was deeper than that because his not even attempting to fight for their marriage told her that it had no place in his life; maybe that hurt her more than coming in second to his career.
     
    She refocused on the man in front of her and smiled warmly. “Well it is very nice to meet someone who has followed my career,” she hoped those were the right words. Just because he remembered her championship days did not mean he was following her career.
     
    “My boss is a fan,” he smiled.
     
    “Do I know your boss?”
     
    He shook his head. “I do not believe you have met. Ammon is a very reclusive man.”
     
    “Oh,” she said knowing that she sounded puzzled. If this Ammon guy was so reclusive then how was he following her career? The movies and anything televised she could understand, but the competitions were not televised. She mentally shrugged off her questions. It didn’t matter really.
     
    He chuckled. “He has seen you dance. He is a very powerful man. He saw you for the first competition you took part in. He was in Morocco and stumbled upon the dancing while you were on stage. You captivated him with your beauty.”
     
    She wasn’t sure what to say so she said nothing. She did do the math in her head. The first competition her parents allowed her to go to Morocco with Suspira for was when she was sixteen years old. She had come in third place that year, which Suspira told her was a huge accomplishment because she had gone up against the best belly dancers in the world. She went back the following year and came in second. It wasn’t until her third year, when she was nineteen years old, that she won first place and title.
     
    “He has received recordings of your routines in the shows. He sent me to make them.”
     
    “I didn’t realize they allowed cameras in the competition.”
     
    “He is a very powerful man,” he reminded her.
     
    “I see. And who are you?”
     
    “I am Panhsj. I am not important. I am only he who does Ammon’s bidding.”
     
    “Well you shouldn’t sell yourself short,” she said. “I am sure he wouldn’t get along without your service.” Like most bosses the man probably didn’t do much of anything for himself.
     
    “I do much for him, but it is he who saved my life. I owe him everything. I will do anything for him.” He nodded. “I shall let you finish what you are doing. I am not in town much longer myself and I must make preparations to return to Egypt.”
     
    “T irooh wa tigi bis