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.

she was finally able to send a final design to

double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate

clip completed the

presumed that this client

not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals

expecting

first

client was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s design, no less, then the preliminary rejection was

was utterly surprised when

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

with some

guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It

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

hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment notification popped up

had confirmed their business deal on the website and wired

hands and

proud and gratified, and it showed

up

interested, we can

Janet pictured fireworks going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty

gave her several more

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

Janet to take her time with her designs, and even reminded her to take

got to her feet and bounced on her bed like a little

an urgent

probably heard

without waiting for her to