Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [33]
The next day, we slugged through our work for the day. Around dinner time, we found out a bunch of executives got in trouble for keeping their crews late the night before. Apparently more inspections were done today and some guy who had been up all night cleaning was sleeping at his desk when COB walked in. This was classic. If the place was dirty, it had to be cleaned. But we only had 15 minutes of cleaning time and no one really did it unless under great pressure. So whenever some executive flapped about the place being dirty, people were kept up all night to clean by their superiors. When someone was found sleeping the next day, the execs didn’t catch any heat, just the seniors of the groggy staff. Either way, we were told every single person in the building was going to go home on time tonight. No disagreements from me on that one.
Later that week, Miscavige and the Inspector Generals went back to wherever they came from and things started going back to normal. I learned from talking with different staff members, the executives from Religious Technology Center were only around for a few hours. The resultant chaos would last a few weeks, but at least we were being ordered home every night on time. A few weeks later, Jesse would complete his clearances and disappear to the International Base.
Chapter Five – The Policy of Truth
I finally settled into my routine at ABLE Int as the Treasury Secretary. I was relatively happy with the way things were working out. I was getting paid about $250 per week, I had very few expenses and no time to spend the money I was making. I had several thousand dollars saved up and I was able to buy myself a lot of new clothes and personal items when I needed them.
My sister was also doing well. She was still in the Hubbard Communications Office and her division had gotten at least one or two other staff. One was a Mexican girl who was made the Master at Arms, her name was Betty Gonzalez. She was responsible for checking up on all the staff and made sure they were doing what they were supposed to and when they were supposed to be doing it. I am not sure what Stephanie told this girl, but she seemed to have a little bit more time for me than most everyone else at ABLE. If I was EVER slacking off in any way, Betty would show up. I was certain that Betty had it in for me. I didn’t make much effort to avoid her, but when she got on my case about something, I ignored her. She didn’t like my attitude and made sure to make me aware of this.
One morning, our entire staff was briefed on a mission that had arrived from the International Base and that several staff members were going to be interviewed. A mission usually comprised of two or more Sea Org Members who were sent from a Sea Org base to resolve a situation on an urgent basis. ABLE had sent out a few missions to Narconons and some even to Applied Scholastics to resolve situations or local issues. Generally, when a mission showed up, it had been sent from a higher echelon and whatever the mission personnel ordered, that was what you did. Turns out there was a list of people they would be bringing back to the International Base.
As the day passed, someone told me they had seen the list and that my sister’s name was on it! That was fine by me. I didn’t know much about the mysterious base except that it seemed to be the place where the executives hung out. Other than that, if my sister got promoted, I was happy for her. I didn’t expect I would be promoted any time soon since I had just been taken off my previous post of HCO Area Secretary