The pulsing music at the nightclub is seductive, with deep beats pounding through the air. One particular dancer, a well-dressed woman in a fitted red dress, shakes her body fluidly on the dance floor, catching everyone's attention, including Reid's.

"Five hundred thousand," Reid announced as he holds his whiskey glass.

"Oh, she's not working here," the bartender explains.

"One million," Reid added, adamant about having a dance with you.

"I can bid higher to ensure she's mine for tonight."