Indeed, I can personally attest to seeing firsthand the "Witness royalty", the "inner circles", and smugness that can and does come with it.
I was born and raised into one of the more, if not most, financially "well off" congregations in NYC. 20 minutes outside of Brooklyn Bethel. There were many Bethelites that were sent off, and distributed to the many congregations within the 5 boroughs of NYC. The "higher ups" would fight and die to try to get the "privilege" of being assigned to my old congregation.
They knew they were going to get nice "green" handshakes, and flourished with gifts, and such. The ex prez, and GB member, Henschel was actually at my, now ex wifes, bridal shower. My wealthy, ex MIL would stuff his, and other GBs pockets so much, that they would keep sniffing around for more and more.
I seen firsthand the Elders, and their wives, that had money, and who they thought they were. How they snobbed around, and cliqued together. I sat at the Head tables at Bethel, and saw how whatever, crusty old GB member that was present for that days morning worship, was OOOHHH and AAAAHHH to death. He would have his younger, by sometimes decades, wife sitting next to him, like a perfect little princess, as he spooned all his food up into a giant glob of mush.
The jokes on all of them, though. They are rulers of an empire of dirt. Of fake smiles, and faked emotions. Rulers of the superficial, and keepers of phony subjects. Most of the more wealthier elders, and their families, from my old congregation, are burnt out now, and many even left the Borg. The congregation, which at one time, was bursting at the seams with people, has now been combined with 2 other congregations, due to lack of publishers.
The crusty old, hacks at Bethel, have mostly died, and withered away, penniless and forgotten. These "elite inner circles" change, and fade, and then new ones take their place, but its all the same old phonies. All pretending they have the answers, and hold the keys, but they are polishing the brass on a sinking ship, and trust me, they go home miserable, most nights.