"Why? How do you even know it was mine?" Eugene clenched his fists hard until his hands trembled. "Did you stalk me?"
"Pfft—" Michael almost sprayed the water in his mouth, slamming the cup on the table as he held back his laughter. "Stalking you? Do you think I have that much free time?"
Eugene scoffed. "You have free time to come here today."
"Do you not know the concept of taking a day off?" the younger twin clicked his tongue. "Just because you don't have a real job..."
Once again, Eugene had to hold himself from rolling his eyes. Ahh...felt like a family conversation, alright. Of course, people like them would think a 'real' job only existed in an office—even if they got their position through nepotism.
