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.

finally able to send a final design to

gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and

silver tie clip completed

work, Janet had presumed that this client must

her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable

was also expecting a complete

first drafts

amount of money, and for a

surprised when the client instantly

"This is brilliant!"

me to

with

good fortune, she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to

the time being.I will contact you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this

words of reassurance.She was about

deal on the website and wired

her laptop in both hands and stared at the figure displayed

it

popped up from

can talk about a long-term

going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty

her several more orders, all

very fond of suits, though he wasn’t in any

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

to her feet and bounced on her bed

was an urgent knocking

probably heard

without waiting for her to