My Husband Is a Gary Stu

“Even apprentices get paid, let alone you, who have worked in a renowned styling studio.” Johanna ended up accepting her. “All
right. Let's do a three-month trial period, with a base salary of ten thousand during the trial.”
“Thank you, Johanna,” said Denise, extremely happy.
After lunch, Johanna went upstairs to work while Denise stayed on the first floor to answer the phone calls.
Johanna primarily studied fashion design. She learned makeup artistry to better coordinate with clothing. While her makeup skills
might not compare to top makeup artists, it was essential for every fashion designer.
Now that Denise, who was skilled at makeup, had arrived, Johanna could hand the task over to her, freeing up more time to
design clothes.
Just after five in the afternoon, Denise, having finished her tasks, hurried upstairs to find Johanna.
The second floor was divided into two sections. One was the workspace, and the other was for storing formal attires and fitting
rooms. Denise saw Johanna bending over a mannequin dressed in formal attire, sewing the hem of the dress.
Johanna was dressed in a khaki sleeveless sweater and a short skirt, her figure slender. Her profile was gentle.
Denise stealthily took out her phone and snapped a picture, sending it out. She then walked over to Johanna and asked,
“Johanna, I've never seen this formal attire before. Which brand is it from?”
“I made it,” Johanna said. “In a week, Yvonne is going to attend the Broburgh Film Festival.”
Half a month ago, after Johanna received the message from Genevieve, she began designing that formal attire. Fortunately,
when the shop was smashed, she had placed this semi-finished product in a hidden door. Otherwise, half a month's work would
have been in vain.
“Johanna, you're so impressive,” said Denise, who also worked in the fashion industry and had a keen sense for it. “When the
time comes, Yvonne will surely shine on the red carpet.”

Johanna just smiled, then asked her about her work in the afternoon.
Denise noted all the phone records in the itinerary book given by Johanna. After reporting, she added, “The boss of Beluga
Media, Mr. Cabot, personally called. He said that one of their female artists, Quincey, is going to the promote Van Cleef watches
on Thursday. He hopes that you can do her styling.”
Johanna knew that Hugh of Beluga Media had a good relationship with Cooper. There were several styling studios working with
Beluga Media, so there was no need for Hugh, as the owner, to contact her personally. I don't even know Hugh well. Why would
he promote my studio?
The other party had personally made the call, so it was difficult for Johanna to refuse. “Get in touch with Quincey's agent and ask
if Quincey has any jewelry endorsements.”
“I've done makeup and styling for Quincey at my previous studio. I have her agent's number. I just asked her.” Denise told
Johanna about all the brands that Quincey endorses.
After that, Denise asked Johanna what clothes and accessories had to be prepared for Quincey.
After Johanna finished tailoring the formal attire, she left the studio with Denise at half-past six. “From now on, all the income
from the makeup and styling jobs you handle independently will be yours. The studio won't take a commission anymore.”
Denise's eyes widened when she heard that. “Really? Thank you, Johanna! You're the best.”
“You're an efficient worker, so you've earned it,” Johanna said as she stepped out of the studio and pulled down the roller shutter.
“It's your first day on the job today. Let me take you out for dinner to celebrate.”
Johanna was about to start the car, key in hand, when she looked up to see a man carrying a child, walking toward her from not
too far away.
Asel saw Johanna and excitedly waved her tiny hand. “Mommy!”

“Johanna, I've made plans to have a barbecue with friends tonight. See you!” With that, Denise, who had arrived on an electric
scooter, quickly hopped on her scooter and sped off.
After Timothy came over, he glanced at the retreating figure and asked, “Who is that? Why is she running so fast to get away?”
“That is the new assistant I just hired,” Johanna said, looking helplessly at the man. “Timothy, don't you think you come to see
me too often?”
Timothy protested, “Yesterday, you asked me to come find you. Today, your shop got smashed, and I found someone to help you
deal with it. I even brought a flower basket to celebrate the opening of your studio. After I left this morning, I didn't come to find
you or call you for a full eight hours. How is that frequent?”
“Jojo, you don't think I'd go as far as to stage a whole drama of wrecking your shop just to have an excuse to visit you more
often, do you?” Timothy asked Johanna.