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

<passage>:
"—feel sure that a settlement can be effected out of court—" The case was thrown out on its ear. It was going to be a bad day. As he pushed his way nervously potential gloominess of this particular day had descended upon him the instant the morning buzzer had gone off, making it even more tempting than usual just to roll over and forget He had wolfed down his morning Koffee-Kup with one eye on the clock and one eye on his growing sense of impending crisis. And now, to make things just a trifle worse, he was going to be late again. He struggled doggedly across the rumbling Exit strip toward the plant entrance. After all, he told himself, why should he be so upset? He the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to him, really? He had rehearsed his the showdown came, that he wouldn't say any such thing. And this was the morning that the showdown would come. Oh, not because of the hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. "Get me Walter Towne," anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily. miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers. he would be fortunate. Maybe the reports would be late. Walter Towne stifled a yawn. "Perhaps you didn't understand Maybe his secretary's two neurones would fail to synapse this us. The men are agitating for a meeting of the board of morning, and she'd lose them altogether. And, as long as he houses." directors. We want to be at that meeting. That's the only thing with frantic activity as Walter glanced down the rows "The board meeting," Walter said gently. "That'll be enough then at Walter. Walter gulped. "Yes, sir. Just four minutes, this time, sir. too strongly of the old system of corporate organization to suit the men. The solution had been simple, if a trifle ungainly. Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically 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 Cartwright last month. He'd just into the corridors. They jammed the lobby. Ten thousand men "This morning in my office we offered to compromise with these jackals," he cried, "and they rejected compromise. Even Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone desire in mind, my friends, to starve you all, and to destroy your company and your jobs. To every appeal they heartlessly refused to divulge the key to the lock-in. And now this man—the ringleader who keeps the key word buried in secrecy—has the temerity to ask an audience with you. You're angry men boss wants to see you. And you'd better have the right answers, too. The boss seems to have a lot of questions." Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed knees shaking. It hadn't always been like this, he reflected miserably. 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 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." Walter reddened. "He organizes the work of the plant, establishes Walter spread his hands. "I do my best. I've been doing it Walter nodded as he struggled down with a moose head. "I've been doing everything I could," Walter snapped. "Of Walter Towne chuckled. "Doesn't it? I don't know. Everything's we had to cancel them. If you had let me manage the company the way it should have been run—" quivering with emotion. "You might say that I was a national leader in the movement. But I did it only for the men. The "But they're cutting their own throats," Walter wailed. liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear on grounds of incompetence. And I will personally see that you go on every White list in the country." Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands weakly. "What do you want?" he asked. fast, because I'm not fooling." Back in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly at the reports. He had known it would come to this sooner or It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had the moose heads in Walter's old office, and moved him down and battled, and pleaded, and lost. He had watched the company deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it. He stared at the machines, clicking busily against the wall. An idea began to form in his head. Helpless? Not quite. Not if the others could see it, go along with it. It was a repugnant idea. But there was one thing they could do that even Torkleson and his fat-jowled crew would understand. They could go on strike. "It's ridiculous," the lawyer spluttered, staring at the circle 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." Pendleton sighed. "You're sure you didn't let them suspect anything, Walter? They wouldn't be watching the house?" "Not quite." Walter was grinning. "That's why I spoke of Walter turned on him sharply. "For new contracts. Contracts "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 Torkleson, condemning Towne and his followers for "flagrant up of inter-union collusion to establish the infamous White what ?" "They said thanks, but no thanks. They don't want their fingers in this pie at all." "Wait until I get O'Gilvy on the phone." "It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike." out of the union." He started for the door. "What were the blueprints for?" remained. The third day, Jeff Bates was served with an injunction ordering Towne to return to work. It was duly appealed, legal machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still struck. By the fifth day there was a more serious note. "You're going to have to appear, Walter. We can't dodge this one." "When?" The little lawyer paced his office nervously. "I don't like it. Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure on him." "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 Walter yawned as the words went on. leave me no alternative—" "—but to send me to jail," said Walter Towne. "Go ahead. Send me to jail. In fact, I A recess was pleaded. Telephones buzzed. Then: "Your Honor, the plaintiff desires to withdraw all charges at this time." "Objection," Bates exclaimed. "We've already pleaded."

<question>:
Why was Walter concerned about being put on a white-list?

<options>:
A It meant he could not work in the industry anymore
B His salary would be decreased
C He wouldn't be eligible for dividends any longer
D He did not want to be contacted by the government

<answer>:

A