"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.
came the client's reply.