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 the

with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny

silver tie clip

Janet had presumed that this client must

demographics, but young professionals who liked

expecting

this field, the first drafts almost

exorbitant amount of money, and

so, Janet was utterly surprised when the client instantly approved

"This is brilliant!"

need me to polish

with some

little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t be

I want to change in the future.Don’t

nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when

their business deal on the website

clutched her laptop in both hands and stared at the

and it showed in the twinkle of

up from the

we can talk about a

fireworks going off in

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty of

her several more orders, all with some

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

even reminded her to take a

to her feet and bounced on her bed like

at once, there was an urgent

probably heard her squeal just

for her to ask what