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

<passage>:
What a bank! The First Vice-President Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious bank indeed. "I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really "He was a very kind employer," Orison said. She tried to keep from Orison's look of bewilderment. "One each, a Franklin and a Grant," he in a bank, you gotta know who's picture's on the paper. That's a "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. It was indeed. "Crazy!" Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison, "You can make the Taft Bank scene anywhere between the street floor now that she'd become an employee of this most peculiar bank. "What will I be doing, Mr. Wanji?" Orison asked. "It seems a rather peculiar job," Orison said. "After all, I'm a with the Bank's operation?" "Yes, sir," Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's secretarial pool to apply for work here, she thought. Orison McCall, Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the By lunchtime Orison had finished the ever that the Taft Bank was, as her boss in Washington had told her, Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped heart, wore a pair of earmuffs. Orison nodded bemused acknowledgment into this curiousest of banks. Girls from the ground-floor offices of Taft Bank chattered together, eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed, double Scotch, followed by a double Scotch. And what the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company needs is a joint raid by forces of upper floors? Orison stopped in at the restaurant nearest her apartment Bank from within, might prove dangerous. Indeed it was, she thought. her initial report. Item: some of the men at the Bank wore earmuffs, No call. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. The clock Orison sat up, clutching the sheet around her throat. "Beg pardon?" she Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax, "What you're testing," Orison said in a firm voice, "is my patience. Orison lay down cautiously. "All right," she whispered to her pillow. Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a National Bank and Trust Company. "That's about it, so far," she said. "How do you know ... why do you think I'm beautiful?" Orison asked. Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved President of this bank, and wish at this time to welcome you to our "I'm Orison McCall," she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight? "It's nothing," Orison said, switching off the microphone. reasonably astute sixth-grader couldn't do as well," Orison said. "Please do," Orison said. This bank president, for all his grace and presence, was obviously as kookie as his bank. "Have you ever worked in a bank before, Miss McCall?" Mr. Gerding "Dink?" she asked. "And I suppose you're to call me Orison?" Direct, she thought. Perhaps that's why he's president of a bank, and to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink, Orison finished the madman, that splendid lunatic, that unlikely bank-president. "You read Orison looked up. "Oh, hello," she said. "I didn't hear you come up." "I'm Orison McCall," she said, and tried to smile back without showing teeth. "Delighted," the visitor said, handing over an undelighted palm. "I'm Auga Vingt. Auga, to my friends." "Won't you sit down, Miss Vingt?" "So kind of you, darling," Auga Vingt said, "but I shan't have time to visit. I just wanted to stop and welcome you as a Taft Bank co-worker. "Thanks," Orison said. "Sorry you have to leave so suddenly," Orison said, rolling her "So remember, Tiny, Dink Gerding is mine. You're all alone up here. your stanchion, Bossy, before the hay's all gone." "Isn't it lovely, the way you and I reached an understanding right off?" Auga asked. "Well, ta-ta." She turned and walked to the elevator, displaying, Orison thought, a disgraceful amount of ungirdled rhumba motion. The elevator stopped to pick up the odious Auga. A passenger, male, stepped off. "Good morning, Mr. Gerding," Miss Vingt said, bowing. "Carry on, Colonel," the stranger replied. As the elevator door closed, he stepped up to Orison's desk. "Good morning. Miss McCall," he said. and shook her head. "Excuse me, sir," she said. "It's just that ... Vingt thing...." "Auga is rather intense," the new Mr. Gerding said. "Yeah, intense," Orison said. "Like a kidney-stone." "I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank had!—and Orison half expected him to free her hand from the rolled-up Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. "I quit!" she your presence is Taft Bank's most the wise...." " Orison said. "Well, Buster, here's a word to the "I'll hold my breath," Orison promised. "The elevator is just behind Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with a cold, quick bow, then disappeared into the mysterious heights above fifth floor. First the unspeakable Auga Vingt, then the obnoxious Kraft Gerding. Surely, Orison thought, recovering the Wall Street Journal Dink ger-Dink d'summa. " Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before "Yes, Mr. Wanji. I'll tell Mr. Gerding." Orison clicked the phone down. The door on the sixth floor was locked. Orison went on up the stairs to Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room Orison thought she saw Benjamin Franklin winking up at her from the leaping, swinging, spinning webs, seething in the hundred tanks. Orison Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have we to toss you into one of these tanks...." Orison struggled against her two sumo "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. bank." "I came to bring a message to Dink," Orison said. "Let me go, you "Kraft told you that?" Dink Gerding released her and turned to the "I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison," Dink said. "Why did you do Orison," he said. Orison extended her hand as into a furnace. Dink brushed the "What do they do?" Orison asked. "What's he doing now?" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus, "They like gold," Dink explained, peering across her shoulder, Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to

<question>:
Who seems to be the only person that Orison seems to trust at the bank?

<options>:
A Dink Gerding
B Kraft Gerding
C no one - they all seem suspicious
D Auga Vingt

<answer>:

A