MARIA POV
"You can get him drunk, dear," my mom suggested in such a voice that clearly had undertones of guile, hinting that when a man gets drunk, his defenses are lowered and he may say something important.
"Yes, you're right," I agreed to a plan beginning in my mind, beginning to take shape as I considered options available to me for carrying it out.
"And if that doesn't work, I will get his closest worker to work for me by offering him an amount so huge that he can never refuse and get me the documents, however difficult it may be." A subtle smile spread across my face as the scene unfolded itself in perfection.
My mother's eyes were wide with astonishment; her face lit up, and her expression was a real testimony to my ingenuity. "Oh my Gosh!" she exclaimed in barely a whisper, w
