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.

days later, she was finally able to send a final design

matching trousers, an immaculate white

silver tie clip

her work, Janet had presumed that this client must

but young professionals who liked to look smart

was also expecting

first

such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design,

surprised when the client instantly approved of

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

typed with

guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn

you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable

reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a

confirmed their business deal on the

in both hands and stared at the figure

it showed in the twinkle of her

up

we can talk about a

fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty of

then gave her several more orders, all with some

though he wasn’t in

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

bounced on

there was an

probably heard her squeal

entered the room without waiting for her to ask