Fall Into Me

.III.

Reviewing high profile cases was common for Minerva. Of course hiring someone else to do it would save her time, but she knew she'd review them again anyway, so really what was the point?

The one she was currently looking over was regarding one of the women Minerva often crossed at events. Apparently her husband was acting a little off, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Scanning over the documents on her screen told Minerva this man had at least three different affair partners, two of which were pregnant, and the third had two children by him already.

Letting out a deep breath she clicked her tongue in irritation. Minerva knew the woman in question was infertile, and that her husband had said it wasn't a problem.

Apparently that was a lie, considering he was banging three women and creating children.

After double checking the information, Minerva signed off on it, sending it back to the investigator and moving on to the next one.

From her memory, this was a case involving a young child that the grandparents believed was being abused. That annoyed Minerva to no end.

As a woman who did not want or like children, she couldn't fathom the idea that people like her would then proceed to have children, just to neglect and abuse them. If you don't want it, put it up for adoption, or terminate the pregnancy before you hit that point.

There was no need to hurt a child for any reason.

Maya and Cleo, Minerva's two German Shepherd's, suddenly stood to attention, which was the only warning Minerva had before the door was thrown open.

Cleo barked and flew across the room, knocking Mona down with happy yaps and whines. Mona laughed, trying to shove Cleo off, but failing.

Minerva went back to the document. 

"Gotta talk to you about that room," Mona said, finally able to get up from Cleo's attack of affection.

"What's wrong with it?" Minerva asked, half listening.

"Ain't staying in it."

"Any reason why?"

Mona went silent and Minerva looked up to see her visibly debating on telling her.

"I just can't. There's hundreds of other rooms, gimme one of them."

"The Princess Suite is the best of my guest rooms," Minerva explained. "It overlooks the forest, has the snowy mountains as a backdrop- how has it offended you so badly you want to move?"

"I don't need to tell you everything," Mona snapped, gripping her upper arms. Minerva's eyes tracked the movement, the way she dug her nails in. Mona was tense and agitated. As this wasn't the first time Mona had done this when she was agitated, Minerva made a mental note of it.

"In this instance I would like more information than you're giving me."

"Or what? You won't move me?"

"Not at all. My concern is that I'll move you to a different room with the same problem, and I don't have time to waste on finding the right room by guesswork alone."

Mona turned her glare to the wall behind Minerva. She was very uncomfortable, Minerva could see that. She could also see that Mona was trying to mask what she was feeling with anger.

"Is it the bed?" Minerva guessed.

"No. The bed's fine."

"The wardrobe space?"

"No."

Minerva sighed and leant back in her chair.

"I can't fix the issue if you don't tell me what the issue is. Honestly," she looked up at the ceiling, "I didn't think our first marital problem would be the room you're staying in."