Andrew Weeks spoke to Sarah and told her they had gotten rid of all but one floor of the elderly and had begun getting rid of the addicts. There was no need to shower them first, but she needed to encourage them to head to the vans, so they could get loaded up faster. He was on a mission and it turned Sarah’s stomach. Andrew was so excited about the progress he had made that he was spilling everything to Sarah over their coffee break. “Yes, we have 150 permanent residents left on the 4th floor. They are our decoys.”
Sarah asked, “What will you tell them when they find out their friends on the 5th and 6th floors aren’t there anymore?”
Andrew smirked, “There has been an outbreak of shingles and the residents on the 5th and 6th floors are in quarantine for the health of the 4th floor residents! I thought of everything, Sarah!” and he pointed to his temple, as if to say, ‘aren’t I smart!’
“How will you bring new people in without the staff and the permanent residents questioning where they will stay?” Sarah asked.
“We thought of everything. There is a freight elevator in the back of the building. The vans can be driven right up to the covered entrance and the passengers unloaded with no one seeing them exiting the van and entering the building. We have managed to get rid of 300 elderly to make room for the addicts, who we will start transporting today. Just think, LA is going to be cleared out of all of the homeless before 2025 is over!”
Sarah had to fight becoming physically ill. She had to hold it together so she could gather as much information as possible. This might be the last time Andrew Weeks confided in her. Once she leaked this information, she didn’t know what her future was. She was in so much conflict. She had been hired to do a specific job, which she was doing to the best of her ability, but she was, in a way, biting the hand that was feeding her by undermining their purpose. However, if she didn’t do something to try to stop the inhumanity that was going on, she felt like her ancestors would turn over in their graves! Her mind went back to Queen Esther who risked her life to talk to the King, her husband, to save the Jewish race. That had to be terrifying for Queen Esther, but she did it anyway. Thinking about Esther gave Sarah the courage to do what she knew needed to be done.
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It was two days before Miranda showed up again. She was disguised, with hair dyed a mousy brown and ragged clothes and pushing a cart with her ‘homeless’ belongings. She went through the line and got a plate of food. Sarah was serving today and caught Miranda winking at her. It took her a second to recognize Miranda and then she managed to excuse herself from the food line and find a table with a couple of empty places. She sat down with her lunch and was joined soon by Miranda. They were able to talk without anyone listening in. Sarah filled Miranda in on what had transpired since Christmas Day and could see Miranda’s body stiffen with the news, even though Miranda was not making eye contact and was eating with her head down, looking at her plate!
“Johnny Cooper, the ex-TV man will manage to get himself hired on at the resort so we can get the pictures we need. We are already organizing the demonstration and will use the pictures during the demonstration and will get it out on social media at the same time, so people will be bombarded with the truth. You may want to quit your job and go into hiding, Sarah, because retribution from Andrew Weeks is a definite possibility. Who knows if he has any other confidants? You may be the only one he is confiding in and if so, there will be no doubt where this information is leaked from! I don’t know what will happen to me, but I have a strong suspicion, so this may be good-bye for us. Thank-you for everything you have done. You won’t be forgotten!” Miranda finished her food and got up and left.
Sarah had a lot to think about. Her country had changed but her moral values had not. What would she do? The rest of the day, she continued her work on auto-pilot, thinking about her next move.