The Twin

It was good while it lasted, but now Maria was over it. She wanted to go straight to what she came here to do. She took the last bite from her plate and waited for the table to be cleared before she cleared her throat and asked the question on her mind.

"Why am I here?" she directed to no one.

"You're here-"

"Now that you've asked, I'll say it plainly," Vincenzo interrupted his mother.

He was bored of whatever game Maria was playing. He also could not stand the sight of Roy for one more minute. He believed it was in their best interest to get to the crux of the matter before he lost control.

"I want my prototype back," he said.

"What do you mean by that? What does your prototype have to do with me?" she asked, feigning confusion.

"I know you took it, Maria. Just drop your silly act and return it to me," he warned dangerously.

"That's some serious accusation you're throwing around, Vincenzo Santoro. I hope you have proof to back up this ridiculous claim if I sue," she said casually, si