Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
without note. Meeting rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the on the clock and one eye on his growing sense of impending crisis. And now, to make things just a trifle worse, he was so upset? He "Well? Speak up! What's the beef this time?" "Sir—the men—I mean, there's been some nasty talk. wants any more trash cans." Bailey shook his head. "The men Oh, not because of the hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. "Get me Walter Towne," he said. anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily. "I'm not an unreasonable man," Torkleson was saying miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and Walter Towne stifled a yawn. "Perhaps you didn't understand Maybe his secretary's two neurones would fail to synapse this to work. He walked quickly past the workers' lounge, glancing in at the groups of men, arguing politics and checking the stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray with frantic activity as Walter glanced down the rows "The board meeting," Walter said gently. "That'll be enough then at Walter. "Late again, I see," the shop steward growled. Walter gulped. "Yes, sir. Just four minutes, this time, sir. "So it's just think four minutes doesn't matter, eh? Think just because you're a vice president it's all right to mosey in here whenever you feel like it." He glowered. "Well, this is three times this Walter sighed and shuffled back to his desk. Oh, well. It could have been worse. They might have fired him like poor rose with a howl of anger when Walter Towne walked out on and he ranted. He paused at just the right times for thunderous peals of applause. Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone refused to divulge the key to the lock-in. And now this man—the "What's the trouble now?" ringleader who keeps the key word buried in secrecy—has boss wants to see you. And you'd better have the right answers, He pointed to Towne with a flourish. "I give you your man. Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson Do what you want with him." The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed too. The boss seems to have a lot of questions." Walter gave a sharp nod to the side of the stage. Abruptly Walter could almost remember those days with Robling, instant of silence as the factory whistle died away, Walter "We will give you the code word, and we ask nothing in return The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter Walter pushed through the door into the long, handsome well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant Walter swallowed. "I'm production manager of the corporation." "And just what does the production manager do all day?" Walter reddened. "He organizes the work of the plant, establishes production lines, works with Promotion and Sales, and richer since the switchover. Throw him out, and you too asked for a raise last year!" Torkleson's voice was dangerous. Walter spread his hands. "I do my best. I've been doing it sitting there. "The code word is TORKLESON!" Walter nodded as he struggled down with a moose head. the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down "I've been doing everything I could," Walter snapped. "Of It just doesn't figure." Walter Towne chuckled. "Doesn't it? I don't know. Everything's screwy world like this—" He shrugged, and tossed down the Anything figures." the men." "Nothing's wrong with the men—if they'd only work. But they come in when they please, and leave when they please, and spend half their time changing and the other half on Koffee-Kup. No company could survive this. But that's only half of it—" Walter searched through the reports frantically. now, is it? Go ahead. Tell me what's wrong with titanium market?" Walter took a deep breath. "I've warned his fist down on the desk. "We should just turn the company "But they're cutting their own throats," Walter wailed. "Details!" Torkleson snorted. "I don't care every six months to the men who own the stock, the men working on the production lines." Walter nodded bitterly. "And every year the dividend has liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that paper on the first of next month, you are out of a job, Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He Back in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had the moose heads in Walter's old office, and moved him down deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it. "It's ridiculous," the lawyer spluttered, staring at the circle striking against its own labor. It—it isn't done. Oh, Walter nodded. "Well, we couldn't very well lock the men The man at the window hissed, and Pendleton quickly snapped out the lights. They sat in darkness, hardly daring to breathe. Then: "Okay. Just the man next door coming home." anything, Walter? They wouldn't be watching the house?" His heavy face was wrinkled with worry. "Torkleson is no "Not quite." Walter was grinning. "That's why I spoke of our secret. It'll tie the Robling office into granny knots, and Walter turned on him sharply. "For new contracts. Contracts "That means you'll have to beat Torkleson," said Bates. "He'll never go along." "Then he'll be left behind." you, Walter. I've taken all of Torkleson that I want to. And The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. "All ROBLING LOCK-IN CREATES PANDEMONIUM Torkleson, condemning Towne and his followers for "flagrant Walter Towne remembered those stormy days well. The malignancy, the hungry howling of the union bosses for more the inevitable crisis. fixed?" "Uh—well, no, as a matter of fact—" "Well, what's holding them up in circles. The circuits are locked. They just reverberate." "Wait until I get O'Gilvy on the phone." "It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management men three more hours to unsnarl this knot, or we throw them out of the union." He started for the door. "What were the machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still "You're going to have to appear, Walter. We can't dodge The little lawyer paced his office nervously. "I don't like it. Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure Walter grinned. "Then Pendleton is doing a good job of "We'll see," said Walter. "What time tomorrow?" Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the charges were read: "—breach of contract, malicious mischief, conspiracy to undermine the economy of the entire nation. We appeal to the spirit of orderly justice—" Walter yawned as the words went on. "Of course, if the defendant will waive his appeals against "—but to send me to jail," said Walter Towne. "Go ahead. "Objection," Bates exclaimed. "We've already pleaded."

<question>:
Why is Walter in trouble?

<options>:
A He is production manager and sales are down.
B He spends too much company time on Koffee-Kup.
C He was late to work by 4 minutes.
D He comes and goes as he pleases.

<answer>:

A