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.

able to send a

ensemble comprised of a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black

tie clip

had presumed that this client must

appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at

expecting a complete

the first

the client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for

so, Janet was utterly surprised when the client

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

with some

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

want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is

client had seen through Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when

deal on the website

laptop in both hands and stared

gratified, and it showed in the

message popped up

can

Janet pictured fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

more orders, all with some

to be very fond of suits, though he wasn’t in any hurry to have them

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

and bounced on her bed like a

once, there was an

heard her squeal

waiting for her to ask what