I might have done the same thing.

Head from here to “…Comes Around,” which follows on the heels (no pun intended) of this one.

“What Goes Around...”

By Joseph Manno

Parihn had known this would someday happen.

The function was crammed with brass, ambassadors, and even royalty—including the wizened little goblin who hobbled towards her, his entourage jockeying for fawning position.

She glanced about—no escape route.

“You’re an Orion, aren’t you?” The notion obviously excited him.

Mantovanni made introductions.

“Grand Nagus… my helmsman, Ensign Vaerth Parihn.”

Zek’s face wrinkled more as he reflected.

“Hmm… Parihn… where have I heard that name before?”

Realization dawned.

Desperate, she mouthed words only a Ferengi could hear.

Zek paled… and withdrew.

Mantovanni, bemused, wondered, “What was that about?”

Parihn, however, said nothing.