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.
Just then, someone knocked on the door of the studio.
Janet decided to let Brandon rest and attend to the client herself. If she let Brandon continue, her studio wouldn’t run like it
always did. Today would be too chaotic.
A tall slender man entered the studio. He looked well-off with his clean and crisp suit and handsome face.
“Hello,” the man greeted. “My name is Jax Shaw.” In addition to his good looks, he seemed polite too.
“Nice 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 and waited for Jax to continue inside.

Jax shook his head. Then his gaze darted past Janet to Brandon who was standing behind her. “I’m here for him. He’s exactly
what I’m looking for.”
An alarm bell rang in Janet’s mind. “Do you have a crush on hime” She abruptly asked in shock.
Janet’s question made Jax’s lips twitch ever so slightly. He breathed, then explained patiently, “I’m a modeling agent. The
gentleman behind you perfectly matches the standards we look for in models. His appearance and physique are perfect. If he
enters our modeling industry, I believe he’ll surely be a sensation.” With that, he gave a small smile towards Brandon and asked,
“Sir, would you like to give it a shot?”
Brandon matched his raised eyebrow with a cold chuckle but said nothing.
The 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 excellent talents you can hire.”
“Oh, you’re trying to recommend models to me.” The idea made Janet chuckle. She pointed teasingly at Brandon. “If my
assistant is already this good, I certainly can’t settle for a model below his level, can I? If your models are more good-looking
than him, maybe I’ll give it a try.”
Jax rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. He recalled all the models under his agency and mentally screened them. “That
would be difficult,” he admitted. “Your assistant has set the bar too high. I could only think of a few people in the entertainment
circle who can rival him.”
Defeated, he looked at Brandon and asked, “How much does your assistant make in a month? Is his salary high? How about I
rent him from you? Name your price. It wouldn’t be an issue for someone so high quality.”
The more Jax spoke, the darker Brandon’s expression became. That didn’t rub the handsomeness on his face, however.
But after a few more seconds, the cloud that seemed to have appeared over his head turned into a storm, threatening to fall at
any moment.
Janet watched the scene, biting her lip so as not to laugh, but it was a losing battle. Her face was red from holding back her
laughter.