Hers is mine, mine is also mine

Mister Fletcher was sitting in his club. Music boomed in the building, as neon lights flashed inside the dark club, lighting up the dimly lit club area as well as the VIP room where Mister Fletcher was sitting. He was smoking his cigar while watching a woman strip on the pole, he counted the men throwing money and nodded satisfactorily.

"Keep that woman," he said to his assistant. He sounded impressed as he stated, "She knows how to keep the men in the club entertained. She will bring big bucks."

The assistant looked down from the large window that was behind the couch on which Mister Fletcher was sitting and nodded. He agreed with him, as he could see that the crowd of men was cheering the woman on the stage. With one glance, it was enough to see that this new girl knew how to attract men as well as how to keep their attention on her.

"I understand, Mister Fletcher," the assistant obliged.