A few days later, I had to go to the Land and Transportation Office personally to assist Ian since he was not entertained by the officer on the desk which was in-charge for the information I needed to get.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I really couldn't give you the name where this plate number is registered to,” the officer apologized.
This time I knew I had to use power. I would let money talk and work.
I gave him a great amount that I was sure it would be hard for him to turn down.
His eyes suddenly hinted at amazement and excitement, and he was easily manipulated. See? It was working. With money, everything would work in just a snap of a finger.
“Here, Sir.” He handed me an envelope.
“Thanks, man!”
When Ian and I were back in my car, I opened the envelope and peeked at the information I
