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

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

silver tie clip completed

this client must be young, probably around her age or

appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look

was also expecting

the first drafts almost

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

utterly surprised when the client

"This is brilliant!"

you need me to polish

typed with some

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

you if there’s anything I want to change in the

had seen through Janet’s nervousness, hence his words of reassurance.She was about to type her thanks when a payment notification popped up

deal on the website and wired the money to her

hands and stared at

and gratified, and it showed in the twinkle of her

message popped up

can talk

fireworks going off in the

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty of

more orders, all with

though he wasn’t in any hurry to

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

her feet and bounced

an urgent knocking at

probably heard her squeal

room without waiting for