The car cruised at a steady speed down the streets. Forty minutes later, it parked in front of the entrance of a high-end recreational club.

“Ms. Harmon, you’re here! Please come with me,” one of the ushers led the way as the other ushers lined up and bowed to the guests.

They shuffled up to the restaurant on the second floor and made their way to a spacious private lounge, where a couple of young men and women had congregated. They were dressed to the nines and acted gracefully. One could tell that they were no ordinary folks.