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she decided to explore the house, remember the rooms, before she tried to maintain a normal conversation.

 The downstairs still had the wood paneling she remembered, shiny as if it were brand new. The house was old, and was once a boarding school, so there were many rooms that the boys used for various things. If things ever went sour, they could probably run their whole business from here and move all their employees in as well.

 Upstairs was the bedrooms, enough to house an army of guests, she felt. It was the ballroom that she was looking for however, straight out of a movie. The grand staircase twisted around it, bringing everyone’s eye to whoever swept up and down it in a long gown. They had rented it out a few times to movie crew, and it had even doubled as Buckingham Palace once or twice. Behati enjoyed watching the films with another smirk, knowing the secrets that she and Adam had on that grand dance floor.

 On a whim, almost on instinct, Behati stretched out a long leg, bending down to the ground, and then the other. She closed her eyes, imagining a full orchestra playing in the room, surrounded by hundreds of swirling dancers. This was a dance floor of old, where Kings and Queens would come, and bring their eligible daughters to meet Princes, and have great marriages. Marriages of convenience, for mutual gain, much like her own.

 She stood straight, taking first position, and then pulled her leg up straight, at a 90-degree angle. It was a move that she could do since her very first day in class, with naturally flexible limbs. Dancers had to have a very particular body type, and she knew she was lucky to be born with it.

 She didn’t know how long she danced for, fueled by chemical energy, but she did know it was awhile. When she finally ran out of breath and opened her eyes, she was startled to see she had an audience.

 â€śCool,” Keith said, his eyes wide. “How do you do that?”

 â€śInstinct,” she replied, trying to catch her breath. “And the fact that I’ve been doing it since I was a child.”

 â€śDon’t you get nervous? Up in front of thousands of people?”

 She shrugged.

 â€śYou can’t even see them, with the stage lights in the way. And you don’t even think, most of the time. You just dance.” 

“I want a job where I don’t have to think,” Keith said and she rolled her eyes.

 â€śI’m quite sure your brothers will enjoy that,” she replied, and behind her, Adam cleared his throat.

 â€śI’m already under the impression that you don’t think, Keith,” he said, with a slight smile. “In honour of Behati’s arrival, shall we order in?”

 â€śPIZZA!” Keith went tearing from the room, making Behati laugh.

 â€śHe’s adorable.”

 â€śHe’s also a trouble maker, so watch out. If Keith tells you to do something, it’s probably not a good idea to do it.”

 â€śI think I’ve handled much worse,” she smiled, going to hug him. “Aren’t you tired?”

 â€śExhausted,” he revealed. “But business doesn’t stop.”

 â€śNow that I’m actually here, are you going to tell me what you do?”

 â€śEverything and nothing,” he smiled tightly, shifting to wrap an arm around her waist. “And the moment, we have large shares in transport trucks, and we are working on new clients to use the trucks.”

 â€śCall the zoo, I would love to see an elephant transported,” she replied, and he laughed.

 â€śNow that would be interesting,” he said. “I have also called the Latvian consulate. What they need first is proof of your papers from the state, saying that you were a ward of the state placed in foster care. Do you have any of that?”

 She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

 â€śI lived out of a suitcase in a hotel room for 2 years. If anyone has it, it’s them.”

 â€śPerhaps the last set of foster parents you had?” he suggested, as they strolled towards the kitchen. She felt alive with energy, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. When there was no audience, and no one to please, it was such a natural high to dance just for herself. Of course, there was the chemical high that she enjoyed as well.

 â€śHumph,” she replied, thinking. “Maybe. How long before food gets here? Do we have time for a tryst?” She snuggled, remembering his firm body, and how it used to make her feel in the dark. If they were to divorce and never meet again, especially at night, she would feel a sense of loss, at the very least.

 His hand slipped lower, down her back and came to rest on the top of her butt, small but firm. He groaned, low in his throat, as he bent to kiss her.

 â€śPerhaps tonight, my dear, if you would allow a visit to your rooms.”

 â€śIt’s like you’re the king and I’m your hooker,” she replied.

 â€śYou’re the queen,” he answered after a moment, nipping at her ear. “That the king visits for pleasure, among other things.”

 â€śmmm,” if she wanted to, she knew she could push him over the edge, then and there. But she pulled back, enjoying the lingering pleasure that continued after his touch was removed. Delayed gratification was a good reward as well. “Pizza for dinner it is. I’m starving.”

 â€śYou’ve lost a bit of weight,” he said, as they headed towards the kitchen. “Forgive me if it’s a sore topic. Are you well?”

 â€śSure,” she didn’t look at him. “Just working hard lately. Everyone knew I was taking time off, so it felt like there was a last minute rush. And I’m a prima, yes, but I’m also one of the ones they loan out all the time.”

 â€śSo you can work for other companies?” he asked. “Your contract is not exclusive?”

 â€śNo?” she replied, confused. “I thought you knew that. Did you have something in mind?”

 â€śMaybe nothing yet,” he said, with a twinkle. “But I’ll keep you posted.”

 She paused at a large piece of artwork on the wall, depicting the two famous comedy and drama masks. It was beautiful, done in oil, and flawless. From up close or far away, it caught the eye. Behati had always loved those masks, feeling like they stood for everything in her life. Theatre, sadness, happiness, how things could easily change.

 â€śThat’s stunning,” she said and Adam nodded.

 â€śLiam painted it.”

 â€śReally?” she turned her head to him in shock. “Man, you got a whole family full of artists, don’t you?”

 â€śHe’s always painted,” Adam said. “It’s what he used to do when Father was around. Obviously, Father was not…pleasant to him.”

 â€śI know what it’s like to be an unwanted child,” Behati said, fiddling with her hair. “My records state that both my parents were present when I was given up. They just decided to ditch me, throw me out and get on with their lives.”  Adam’s face softened.

 â€śI didn’t know.”

 She shrugged.

 â€śClearly, didn’t make much of a difference. I’m where I want to be, doing what I want to be. Maybe, if they had kept me, they wouldn’t have approved of dance or something and I’d be working at McDonalds.”

 â€śWe often end up where we are meant to,” he said, after a moment, and continued to lead her to the kitchen. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

 â€śRight,” she tried to put it out of her head. “Well, let’s enjoy tonight, because tomorrow is going to start off like a nightmare. Boring paperwork. Do you have any wine?”

 â€śIn the fridge,” he replied, enjoying the sight of her behind going to get the glasses. He could have made a worse choice, for a wife, he supposed. For her sake, though, he hoped it would be over soon and she would be free and clear, what she wanted, and what he needed, to protect her.


chapter three

 â€śWhat do you mean it’s not the right papers?” Behati practically slammed her head against the table. This was their second visit to the caseworker at the consulate today, and the second time they were being sent away.

 â€śI need the papers from your caseworker at the agency,” she said, and Behati blew out a breath.

 â€śListen, I went off the rails somewhere around 13 and booked it to Latvia. You guys should have evidence of me working.”

 â€śAnd listen to me,” the case worker said, looking between the two of them. “Somehow, you two got a loophole in the system. Behati, you didn’t exist and if you did, you were a minor, with no one to sign for you. You got married, but the divorce is going to require an even bigger loophole. Are you sure you two don’t want to consider counselling?”

 Behati wanted to scream in her face that it was a sham marriage, but that would probably lead to arrest. She knew that Adam and herself didn’t exactly portray a typical divorcing couple, but they didn’t protray a typical married couple either, so what did it matter?

 â€śI’ll make some calls,” the lady said, at last. “Stand by tomorrow, and I’ll see if I can get anything done.”

 â€śGreat,” Behati stood, sighing. She was particularly on edge because they had been out longer than expected, without any of her things. Particularly, the syringes that were hiding in her bathroom cabinet. She was good at hiding it, but they had been out for 10 hours, running back and forth, and she was getting twitchy. “Fine, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

 â€śThank you for your time,” Adam said, gracious and polite as always. It was one of the things she admired about him. He was never unkind, even if people were rude to him, or things weren’t going his way. “Hopefully, we’ll hear from you tomorrow.”

 â€śWhy didn’t you just scream that she was being an incompetent idiot?” Behati asked, as they made their way to the car.

 â€śWhat would that have accomplished, love?” he asked. “I had a feeling that this was going to be difficult. Thank you for enduring it so far.”

 â€śNo problem,” she replied, buckling her seat belt. “We’re going straight home, right?”

 â€śIf you wish,” he said, pulling out onto the road. “Behati, there’s something I wish to speak to you about.”

 â€śHmm?” she was fiddling with dirt under her nails, a nervous habit, and watching the clock. She calculated that now, in traffic, they would be home in 18 minutes, and she could be upstairs in 20 minutes, as long as no one stopped her. She dug her nails into her thigh to stop the trembling, and turned to Adam with a fake smile.

 â€śI’ve noticed that you’ve been on edge lately,” he said, turning a corner. Her eyes widened as she turned her head to him.

 â€śWhat do you mean?”

 â€śJust simply that it’s clear that you miss dance. I’m sorry you had to take time out of your career to be here to sort this out, I wish that there was another way.”

 â€śOh, that,” she let out a breath, glad that she hadn’t been caught. “Sure, I guess. I thought I would like having a break, but I feel kind of …bored. Not that you guys aren’t fun.”

 He smiled.

 â€śNo offense taken. The owner of Kulanu theatre has recently become

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