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 final design

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

silver tie clip

this client must be young, probably around

not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals

was also expecting a

this field, the first drafts almost always needed

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

utterly surprised when the

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to

typed with some

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

to change in the future.Don’t

through Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her

their business deal on the website and wired the money to

her laptop in both hands and stared at

felt immensely proud and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle of her

popped up

interested, we can

pictured fireworks going

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have

several more orders, all with some

though he wasn’t in

her to take a break every now

Janet got to her feet and bounced on her

at once, there was an

probably heard her squeal just

room without waiting for