My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Twenty thousand dollars?"

Janet stared at her laptop screen, her mouth wide open.She quickly typed a message to the client, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

This was going to be her first big client ever since her graduation.

Given the amount of the offer they had made, she was expecting a heap of strict instructions she would have to abide by.

"Excuse me.May I know whether you are a gentleman or a lady?"

This website played as a bridge between clients and freelance designers.

The clients had the option to use their real names or remain anonymous, but most of them didn’t really bother setting up a profile.

Most of the profiles in the listings were nothing more than the default gray icon, with no way to tell the client’s gender.

"Male," came the client’s reply.

"I see.Do you have specific requirements regarding the design, sir?"

Janet leaned forward and propped her chin on one hand, bracing herself for a long list of demands.

It didn’t take long for the client to write back.

"I have seen the designs you posted on the website.They are very good.You may have free rein in designing my suit.I will provide you with the necessary feedback once you have given me your first draft."

Janet wasted no time and began drawing a prototype according to the client’s measurements.

Meanwhile, the company had recently asked them for tentative designs meant for a regular, pre-selection process.

That meant that none of her work would go to waste in the end.

Apart for a few hours’ sleep, Janet spent all of her time poring over her digital panels.

to send a final design to

with matching trousers, an immaculate

tie clip completed the

her work, Janet had presumed that this client must be young, probably

appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked

also expecting a complete

first drafts

an exorbitant amount of money, and for

so, Janet was utterly surprised when

"This is brilliant!"

need me to polish

with

she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn twenty thousand dollars, should it?

you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m paying for the uniqueness and originality

his words of reassurance.She was about to

business deal on the

and stared at

and gratified, and it showed in

message popped up from

interested, we can

fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

gave her several more orders,

fond of suits, though he wasn’t in

advised Janet to take her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take a break every now and then "Oh, my God, Janet!

Janet got to her feet and bounced on her bed

at once, there was an

had probably heard her squeal just

entered the room without waiting for her to ask what he