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

of a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an

tie clip

had presumed that this client must be young, probably

not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart

expecting a

field, the first drafts almost always needed

of money, and for a rookie’s design,

surprised when the client instantly approved of

"This is brilliant!"

me to

typed with

the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be this easy to earn twenty thousand dollars,

to change in the future.Don’t

words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment

confirmed their business deal on the website and wired the money to her

laptop in both hands and stared at the figure displayed on her

and it showed in the twinkle

popped up from

you’re interested, we can talk about a long-term

Janet pictured fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty of

her several more orders,

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

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

feet and bounced on her bed like a little

there was an urgent knocking

had probably heard her squeal just

waiting for her to ask what