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.

days later, she was finally able to

matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and

tie clip completed

presumed that this client must be

mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to

was also expecting a complete

the first drafts

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

when

"This is brilliant!"

need me

typed with

the transaction

to change in the future.Don’t

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

confirmed their business deal on the website and wired

clutched her laptop in both hands and stared at

and gratified, and it showed in the

popped up

we can talk about a long-term

Janet pictured fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have plenty

several more

though he wasn’t in any hurry

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

got to her feet and bounced on

was an urgent knocking at her bedroom

had probably heard her squeal

waiting for her to ask