My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet has a helpless look on her face when she met Brandon’s eyes. “Do you see now an assistant’s work is not easy as you thought?” Brandon looks at the empty reception room and nodded. Not one client was insight. “I indeed underestimate assistants,” he acknowledged honestly. Before he thought working as an assistant wasn’t challenging at all. He wasn’t anticipating that engaging with clients could be so tricky. Many of Janet’s clients only had an idea of what they wanted and no specific design required. More often than not, their ideas were vague concepts that were difficult to put into words, making it almost impossible to understand what they were looking for if you were not well adept with the trends.

As an assistant, part of the work was to give a complete picture of their vague concepts by dissecting each and every idea they had. That was the only way to make sure that the client and the designer were on the same page regarding the design and that the finished product would be a perfect work the client would be satisfied with.

The entire process could be incredibly complex and meticulous. If the assistant lacked patience or attention to details, it could lead to conflicts with the client.

Seeing that Brandon finally understood that even small positions could be challenging, Janet couldn’t help but smile. “Now that you know how hard being an assistant is, don’t make Sean’s life too difficult from now on.”

With a helpless nod, Brandon gave in, “You’re right. I will be treating him better. Maybe I’ll give him a day off.”

A sense of relief spread on Janet’s chest at the sight of the typically unapproachable CEO yielding from pressure. “Seems like you gained something from being my assistant. Now you know how to empathize with your subordinates,” she said with a lighthearted tone, giving him a soft nudge on the shoulder. Brandon chuckled softly at Janet’s comment. He was amused by her tactics.

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herself. If she let Brandon continue, her studio wouldn’t run like it

slender man entered the studio. He looked well-off with his clean and crisp

is Jax Shaw.” In addition

to meet you,” Janet returned the greeting with equal politeness and a welcoming smile. “I’m Janet White, the designer of this studio. May I ask what type of clothes you are looking for? Do you have a specific design in mind? We can discuss it in detail inside.” Janet gestured inside

gaze darted past Janet to Brandon who was standing behind her. “I’m here for him. He’s

have a crush on hime” She abruptly

you perfectly matches the standards we look for in models. His appearance and physique are perfect. If he enters our modeling

with a cold chuckle

rejection did not disappoint Jax as much. He merely sighed helplessly before turning to Janet and handing her a business card. “Actually, I came here today to ask if your studio needs any models. Our agency has