Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [149]
At the end of the night, I went back to my area. My senior, the Manufacturing Sec, asked me what came up.
“Nothing,” I told her. “The submission is with CO CMO Int. I don’t understand why he is not being investigated. He has been sitting on the thing for over a week. “
“Well, he rejected it back to you today,” she told me.
“Of course he did!” I said. “He ain’t going to be the one holding the hot potato now, is he?”
Brilliant.
As I walked back into my office, I saw the submission sitting on my desk. He had some teeny tiny “wording” reject that could not have taken a week to send back to me.
Right as I sat down to handle the reject point, Gerald walked in and told me that I “needed to get some sleep so I could be sessionable for tomorrow.”
“Really?” I said. “Are you kidding me, Gerald? The submission is right here. Why can’t you guys just say that the submission was completed a week ago, sat with CO CMO INT and is now back up on its way to him? What is so complicated about this? Is it possible for you guys not to be robots and just write what the actual facts are? ”
“I will see you in the morning,” Gerald said as he walked out.
The next morning when I showed up in HCO, Chris Guider was there waiting for me. Chris Guider was the Rehabilitation Project Force In-Charge at the Ranch for years. He was the guy someone would be sent to if Gerald or the Master at Arms, Jenny, could not handle it. They did not even bother trying to have Jenny take a crack at me. Time was running out and they had to get an answer up to COB’s Communicator.
I spent the entire day on the E-Meter with Chris. Nothing came up.
While I was on the meter with Chris, HCO people had been going through all of my office files and out at my berthing looking for anything that would give them a clue as to what my out-ethics situation was.
The next morning I had been on the meter for a few minutes with Chris when Gerald knocked on the door. Gerald and Chris talked for a few minutes outside the interview office and Chris came back in, obviously with some sort of new info that was going to break this thing wide open.
Chris sat back down and placed a piece of paper on the table next to the E-Meter. It was an invoice for a projector lens that I had sold on eBay for $300.
“Yeah?” I said.
“What is this?” Chris asked. “It was found in your office.”
“It’s an invoice for a projector lens that I sold,” I told him. “So what?”
“Well, why are you selling $300 of org equipment on Ebay?” Chris asked as though he had found the goods and this whole charade could now end.
“I have a CSW approved by all Gold executives to get rid of all of the systems dead stock so I can fund the new systems R&D being done,” I said, all the while maintaining my cool.
“Well, apparently this did not get invoiced by Treasury, so where is the money?” he said.
“It’s in my Paypal account. That is what Treasury and I had worked out as they don’t have any credit cards that they wanted to link to a Paypal account. So I used my own, and after I sell stuff, I transfer the money to them so they can transfer it into the Systems account.”
“So you have $300 in your personal account?” Chris asked.
Oh, I get it now. This was the Sherman Tank. “Marc Headley had $300 of org money in his own personal account and had not given it to Treasury!” This was going to be rich. They were surely going to freak out when I dropped the bomb on them.
“No,” I said, knowing the effect that would be created as the words hit Chris’s ears, “I don’t have $300 in my personal account, I have several thousand dollars in my personal account!”
“I see,” Chris said. He got up and walked out of the office.