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

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this:" first," I said. "I'm beginning to feel Betty looked up from her magazine. She said mildly, "You're late." "Don't yell at me, I feel awful," Simon told her. He sat down at his desk, passed his tongue over his teeth in distaste, groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the aspirin bottle. He looked over at Betty and said, almost as though reciting, "What I need is a vacation." "What," Betty said, "are you going to use for money?" "Providence," Simon told her Arth was saying, "Where's your "will provide." Simon said, mournful of tone, "Fifty dollars? Why not make it five hundred?" "I'm not selfish," Betty said. "All I want is enough to pay me this week's salary." "Money," Simon said. "When you Simon said, enigmatically, "Now it comes." There was a knock. Betty bounced up with Olympic agility and had the door swinging wide before the knocking was quite "Who ... how ... oh, Simon said unenthusiastically, sir." The client fussed himself with Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed Simon, said finally, "You know my name, that's pretty good. Never "You didn't have a hotel. What a stupidity. I'll be phased. "Well, we need some nourishment," "Just a minute," Arth said, staggering Phased all the way down." I said. Simon said nothing. Across the room, where she had resumed her seat, Betty cleared her throat. When Simon continued to say nothing she ventured, "Time travel is impossible." "Why?" "Why?" "Yes, why?" Betty looked to her boss for assistance. None was forthcoming. There ought to be some very quick, positive, definite answer. She said, "Well, lice." "Confound it if I know," the little fellow growled. "How?" Simon said, "Let's get to the point, some time travelers," the old boy said. Betty was too far in now to maintain her proper role of silent secretary. "Time travelers," she said, not Arth said, "That was last night." floor for a time. He removed the pince-nez glasses and pointed them at Betty. He said, "Have you read much science fiction, Miss?" "Some," Betty admitted. "Then you'll realize that there are a dozen explanations of the paradoxes cautious, "At my hotel, don't you remember?" contention that within a century or so man will have solved the problems get my luggage." Arth didn't put up an argument travelers." Simon seemed incapable of carrying the ball this morning, so Betty said, "But ... Mr. Oyster, if the future has developed time travel why don't we ever meet such travelers?" Simon put in a word. "The usual explanation, Betty, is that they can't the attendant there evidently couldn't make heads nor tails of the check afford to allow the space-time continuum track to be altered. If, say, a receipt. He didn't speak English and especially accompanied by a blockbusting hangover. Simon shrugged and fumbled their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then Simon said, "You want to hire me was fouled up, some clerk's error, evidently. "Right!" Betty had been looking from one to the other. Now she said, plaintively, "But where are you going to find the office rather than going to my apartment. I figured I might as well check in with Betty. I opened the door and there I found Mr. Oyster sitting in the chair would figure they had D.T.'s." that's where they'd be!" He seemed elated. Betty and Simon waited. "The Oktoberfest ," he repeated. hangover. "Came for?" Mr. Oyster snorted. "I'm merely waiting for your girl to make out my receipt. I thought you had already left." "You'll miss your plane," Betty said. There was suddenly a double dip Mr. Oyster was saying something to the effect that if I didn't leave today, it would have to be tomorrow, that he hadn't ponied up that thousand dollars advance for anything less than immediate service. Stuffing his receipt in his wallet, he fussed his way out the door. I said to Betty hopefully, "I suppose you haven't changed this calendar since I left." Betty said, "What's the matter with you? You look funny. How did your clothes get so mussed? You tore "All right," Simon said. "We'll accept "Well," the old boy pursued, into in this morning." "This morning," I said weakly. While Betty stared at me as though it was me who didn't know exactly how to wear his clothes correctly, or was off the ordinary in any of a dozen other pathetic remains of the thousand. I said pleadingly, "Betty, listen, how long ago did I go out that door—on the way to the airport?" "But why would a time traveler want to go to a—" Betty began. "Why not! What better opportunity to study a people than when they "See here," Mr. Oyster said (interrupting Simon's story), "did you say this was supposed to be amusing, young man? I don't find it so. In fact, I believe I am being ridiculed." "You've been acting sick all morning. You went out that door about "I'm not interested in more," Mr. Oyster said. "I suppose your point was to show me how ridiculous the He took a deep breath. "No ma'am, you'd have to stick to some great event, both for the sake of actual Simon winced at the noise, took took two, washed them down with water from the desk carafe. Betty looked at him admiringly. Came to her feet, crossed over and took up the fifty dollars. "Week's Simon was shaking his head. "Not interested." As soon as Betty had got her jaw back into place, she glared unbelievingly at him. "I did," Simon groaned. "Three Betty stared at him. "You mean—" times." Simon nodded, miserably. She said, "But Simon "Sorry," Simon said. "Can't be Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself. "See here, young man, I realize this isn't an ordinary assignment, "I keep telling you," Simon said "No go," Simon said, a sad quality something comes up that looks like you bring me a time traveler." "Out of the question," Simon said. "But why ?" Betty wailed. "Just for laughs," Simon told the "You mean," Betty was suddenly furious at him, "you've given up! Why this is the biggest thing— Why from the future and change the past." Simon said wearily, "There's just Betty who was making out a receipt, I hustled back to the apartment and the fifty thousand dollars is nothing. two of them sourly, "suppose I tell Oyster (Simon began) in the way of an advance, and leaving him with packed a bag. Hell, I'd wanted a vacation The future! Just think!" ponied up all the money for such expenditures? How could the average German, with his twenty-five dollars a week salary? A desperate waitress bearing six mugs of beer in each hand scurried to us and then hustled on. "Down the hatch," the other said, "I'm clean. I won't mess up the "To the ladies," I told him. Before place. All I've got is a hangover, not "Next what?" Baldy's conversation didn't seem to hang together very well. Name is Simon." bust," I said approvingly. Arth was waving to a waitress. As if you'll make it or not, Arth." "Make what?" "Oh." A waitress was on her way by, the beginning and let things start—for to her for refills. asked him, in the way of making you a funny story. It goes like

<question>:
What is Simon referring to when he says "now it comes" to Betty during their discussion at the beginning of the story?

<options>:
A He knows his headache is about to get worse.
B The client he is expecting is about to show up.
C He is used to complaints about Betty's salary.
D He is expecting the usual argument with Betty about her job.

<answer>:

B