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Minerva Edgecombe. . .

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inerva has spent a long time being miserable.

She hadn't always been that way. She was born to a mother and father who loved her as parents should, and was blessed with a younger brother who she treasured more than life itself. In her youth, she was popular and well-liked, known for her brilliant mind, contagious laugh, and pretty face. She was able to live comfortably and happily, and focus all of her energy on her goals. She was supposed to accomplish so much. She was supposed to write novels that shaped generations. She was supposed to change lives with her words alone. She was supposed to create entire worlds out of ink and paper.

Then she became involved with Ronan McDermott, and all that potential went down the drain.

As a girl, she'd found herself, as many did, in the throes of teenage rebellion, and that desire for defiance drew her to him. After all, Ronan was everything girls like her were told to stay away from: bold and dangerous, always reeking of cigarette smoke and more likely to throw a punch than extend a hand. Minerva was, more than anything, excited by him, and by the taste of the wild side he gave her. He sprung a proposal on her the day she turned twenty, and, enchanted by the thought that she had been the one to truly win the affections of the devil-may-care bad boy, Minerva foolishly agreed.

Suffice to say, it wasn't quite the romantic comedy happy ending that Minerva had expected, and she was finally forced to face all the negative consequences of his roguish behavior, which had once so enticed her. He was jobless. His bad habits were a lot more all consuming than she'd realized. His jealous, hotheaded nature soon became suffocating rather than exhilarating. The moment Minerva stopped exciting him, he lost interest, and yet, she wasn't allowed to leave, because he was too prideful to have his wife walk out on him.

Still, Minerva never stopped fighting, and after fifteen long, terrible years, she's finally gotten free again. She's newly divorced, in possession of a freshly signed restraining order, and moving into her first solo apartment. She's also cripplingly, painfully alone. All those people who used to sing her praises have now turned their backs, and avert their eyes whenever she walks by. They don't know how to talk to her anymore, after all she's gone through. She's no longer the darling they all knew. She's changed.

They're all blind, if you ask Minerva. All those things about her that they'd once adored? They're still there. The only difference was that they'd sharpened. Her brilliant mind was now a razor wit, her contagious laugh had become a wry, cynical sense of humor, and surely, she wasn't less pretty just because she didn't smile quite so freely?

Not that it mattered. Minerva didn't need them (or their pity) anyway. What she needed was a job. So, she typed up a bare bone résumé, put on her best turtleneck, and marched her way over to The Mystery Shack.

She knew Stan Pines. When she was a teenager, she'd frequented the Mystery Shack, running through the tour for shits and giggles and chatting with Mr. Mystery himself. He seemed amused by her, if nothing else, and had always seemed pleased to have someone so interested in what he had to say. (He'd never admit it, but back then, she'd reminded him a lot of Shermie. Always at his heels, cracking jokes and begging him for stories.) They'd fallen out of touch in the years she'd been married, but Minerva hoped desperately that he may have retained a soft spot for her. Ideally, a soft spot strong enough to earn her a job.

. . .the new Miss Mystery

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