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

a double-breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black

silver tie clip completed the

had presumed that this client must

designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to

also expecting a complete

the first drafts almost always

money, and

surprised when the client

"This is brilliant!"

need me to polish

with

she was feeling a little guilty about how smooth the transaction was going.It shouldn’t

you if there’s anything I want to change in the future.Don’t worry, this price is reasonable enough.I’m paying for the uniqueness and originality of your

words of reassurance.She was about to

their business deal on the website and wired the money

her laptop in both hands and stared at the figure displayed

and gratified, and it

message popped up from the

you’re interested, we can talk

Janet pictured fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

am.I have plenty

more orders, all

suits, though he wasn’t in any

take

feet and bounced on

was an urgent knocking at

heard her squeal just

entered the room without waiting for her to ask what