I Investigated My Ex for Billion-Dollar Tax Fraud

As soon as those words were spoken, the room erupted with laughter. The loudest among them was Amias's childhood friend, Eric, whose grin was sly. "Hey, Amias, why don't you give us a clear picture of what you mean by 'capable'?"

The laughter grew even louder at that, and everyone exchanged knowing looks, their minds running wild with inappropriate assumptions.

Lana, Amias's childhood sweetheart, giggled and nudged Amias, teasing, "Are you really going to let them keep talking nonsense like this?"

Amias swirled his coffee with a hint of amusement, but Lana's playful prodding made him intervene, albeit half-heartedly, "Alright, cut it out with the wild guesses. I simply meant she's efficient when it comes to work—cooking, cleaning—she's good at everything, so yeah, she's capable."

I let out a tense breath, relaxing my clenched fists, preparing myself to push open the door, when I heard Amias add, "As for the other kind of capable, should we call her in for a demo?"

Another round of loud laughter followed, punctuated by enthusiastic whistles. The room buzzed with crude remarks, while I stood frozen outside the door, my whole body tense.