Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [32]
The Executive Director’s assistant, Danielle, came over to get something from me and started giving plausible ways that Mr. Miscavige got in the building undetected. “I’ll bet he has a special entrance,” she said.
I answered back, matter of factly, “I think he just walked in the front entrance during dinner time. My friend and I were talking to him down on the street before he came in.”
“What?” she said as she started running back to the Executive Director’s office, “Sir, Sir, Marc spoke with COB on the street.”
“Marc! Get in here!” Rena shouted from her office.
I had to tell them in detail what happened, who said what and when in excruciating detail.
“Do you realize if you have some sort of communication cycle with COB and we do not know about it, we can get in trouble? It puts us in an instant Danger Condition as we are being bypassed by COB. We have to know anytime this happens,” Rena explained to me.
Wow, I had no idea Dave Miscavige was such a big deal. Up until today I had never even heard of him before.
“Did Ray Mithoff or Marc Yager say anything to you?” Rena asked.
“I have no idea who those people are,” I answered back, perplexed.
Under COB were three Inspector Generals, for Tech, Ethics and Admin.
After Rena explained to me who held these posts, I realized these must have been two of the guys that were with Dave when he was down on the street. Inspector General for Tech, Ray Mithoff, and Inspector General for Admin, Marc Yager. The fact that they were both over six feet tall actually seemed to accentuate how short Dave Miscavige was.
Just as Rena was explaining the chain of command, that these guys worked directly under COB and were also the highest executives in all of Scientology, we heard someone in ABLE Int reception say “Good evening, Sir!” We jumped up and I ran off to my cubicle.
Rena and her assistant headed towards the reception area.
It was Inspector General for Admin, Marc Yager. Rena met him there and started showing him around the office. He seemed very interested in each area and opened desk drawers, looked through paper baskets on desks and even looked through trash baskets. When he came to my area, he asked me if I had any bills in my drawers that had not been entered into the computer. I did not and said so. He promptly went to the next area. As he walked away from my cubicle, I felt a great relief.
From everything I had heard, these types of inspections could change everything. This was pretty stressful. If these guys find something considered wrong, you could be in the Rehabilitation Project Force in a matter of minutes.
About 20 minutes later, the Inspector General for Admin had left our office and proceeded next door to do an inspection of WISE Int (World Institute of Scientology Enterprises).
Rumor spread that Marc Yager thought the place was filthy and that we needed to get the place cleaned up. But we could not clean yet, because COB could come in at any second and we had to be in production, not cleaning. We normally worked until 10:30 p.m. and took buses or got a ride with someone who had a car to the apartments down the street from the Complex. That would not be the case tonight. We stayed on “production” until midnight. At midnight we were mustered up and briefed on what had happened with the inspection. Marc Yager had found dust in the reception area behind one of the main doors. One of the registrars also had a dirty ashtray on his desk. That was it. Because of this, the place was deemed “filthy” and we had to stay tonight and get the entire place “white glove” clean.
After we thought we were done cleaning, we had to call someone from Commodore’s Messenger Org International Extension Unit. When they got around to it, someone would come down and wipe random surfaces with a white cotton glove on one hand. If ANY dust was collected, or if the glove was soiled in any way, we would flunk and had to fix it along with any other spots that had not been thoroughly done and then request another inspection. If you flunked, you