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 send a

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

tie clip completed the

this client must be

designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but

also expecting a complete

field, the first drafts

to pay such an exorbitant amount of money, and for a rookie’s

surprised when the client

"This is brilliant!"

me

with some

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

to change in the future.Don’t

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

confirmed their business deal on the

her laptop in both hands and stared at the figure displayed

it showed in the twinkle

up

can

pictured fireworks going off

"Of course!"she typed hurriedly.

have

gave her several more orders,

fond of suits, though he wasn’t in

take a break every now

feet and bounced on her

was an urgent knocking at

had probably heard her

without waiting for her to ask what