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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"I can get you out of this cheap." " How cheap?" Gorb grinned rakishly. "Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a specimen with your outfit. In advance, of course. That's a heck of a lot better than forking over a hundred grand, isn't it?" and smell them with ease. My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise them eager for a Corrigan contract. The Galaxy is full of bizarre beings, but there's barely a species anywhere that can resist the old ever worried much about the state of my pocketbook. On the other hand, giving this slyster a contract might be a risky proposition. happy wherever I go. the contract. Otherwise, nothing." Gorb shrugged. "What have I to lose?" Through the front window of the office, I could see our big gay tridim a contingency basis. Get me out of this and you'll have five grand and 2937, so don't miss your chance! Hurry! A life of wonder and riches can be yours! applicant is ready to see you, sir." "Send him, her or it in." The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a big basketball, yellowish-green, with two spindly double-kneed legs and one above each arm. Plus a big, gaping, toothless mouth. His voice was a surprisingly resounding basso. "You are Mr. Corrigan?" "That's right." I reached for a data blank. "Before we begin, I'll need certain information about—" "I am a being of Regulus II," came the grave, booming reply, even I throttled my exclamation of surprise, concealing it behind a quick cough. "Let me have that again, please?" "And the pay will be—ah—$50 Galactic a week, plus expenses and transportation." The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping on one side, two on the other. "Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I accept the terms!" four feet high and five hundred pounds heavy. We already had a couple of his species in the show, but they made good crowd-pleasers, being 400 feet long and appropriately fearsome to the eye, but I didn't see how we could take one on. They're gentle and likable beings, but their He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and though he was clean and reasonably well dressed, he had a shabby look "A scientific institute. I stand corrected." There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on "I'm not speaking. I'm a telepath—not the kind that reads minds, just the kind that projects. I communicate in symbols that you translate back to colloquial speech." these days. Zero, in fact. Good-by, Mr. Gorb." He pointed a finger squarely at me and said, "You're making a big mistake. I'm just what your outfit needs. A representative of a hitherto utterly unknown race identical to humanity in every respect! attraction. I'll—" " Good-by, Mr. Gorb! " it over. Maybe you'll regret your hastiness. I'll be back to give you another chance." officially. He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high, and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture, and growled, "I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me immediately to a contract." "Sit down, Freeman Heraal. I like to make my own decisions, thanks." "You will grant me a contract!" "Will you please sit down?" He said sulkily, "I will remain standing." sometimes useful in dealing with belligerent or disappointed this one had a coarse, thick mat of blue fur completely covering his body. Two fierce eyes glimmered out through the otherwise dense blanket of fur. He was wearing the kilt, girdle and ceremonial blaster of his warlike race. because—" "You will hire me or trouble I will make!" I opened our inventory chart. I showed him that we were already carrying four Kallerians, and that was more than plenty. the noble Clan Gursdrinn!" At the key-word I'm a man of principles, like all straightforward double-dealers, and one of the most important of those principles is that I never let myself be bullied by anyone. "I deeply regret having unintentionally insulted your clan, Freeman Heraal. Will you accept my apologies?" He glared at me in silence. I went on, "Please be assured that I'll undo the insult at the earliest possible opportunity. It's not feasible for us to hire another as a vacancy—" "No. You will hire me now." "It can't be done, Freeman Heraal. We have a budget, and we stick to it." "You will rue! I will take drastic measures!" "Threats will get you nowhere, Freeman Heraal. I give you my word I'll get in touch with you as soon as our organization has room for another They surrounded the towering Kallerian and sweet-talkingly led him away. He wasn't minded to quarrel physically, or he could have knocked out in the hall. I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next came running in—" "Please, please," squeaked the little alien pitifully. "I must see you, honored sir!" fifty ahead of him." "All right," I said tiredly. "As long as he's in here already, I might tail drooped. His voice was little more than a faint whimper, even at full volume. "Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a The little being immediately emitted a soul-shaking gasp. "It is she! It is she!" and my love." "Funny," I said. "When we signed her three years ago, she said she was single. It's right here on the chart." must take me to Earth!" "Well—" "Of course not." I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping. uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to commit suicide on my account. tell you that I am "—you'll have me thrown out. Okay, okay. Just give me half a second. Corrigan, you're no fool, and neither am I—but that fellow of yours is . He doesn't know how to handle alien beings. How many "You see? He's incompetent. Suppose you fire him, take me on instead. I've been living in the outworlds half my life I know all there is to came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering metalfoil, and instead of his ceremonial blaster, he was wielding with a roar. "Earthman, you have mortally insulted the Clan Gursdrinn!" Sitting with my hands poised near the meshgun trigger, I was ready to let him have it at the first sight of actual violence. Heraal boomed, "You are responsible for what is to happen now. I have at the figure on the floor, then came to rest on me. "You are J. F. Corrigan?" the leader asked. "Y-yes." I'm responsible?" I was quivering at the thought of another hundred thousand smackers going down the drain. "Stop him, somebody! He's going to kill himself! He's—" I began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a full-bodied laugh. "Funny," I said. "What is?" asked the self-styled Wazzenazzian. himself , and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and

<question>:
Which word least describes the narrator?

<options>:
A experienced
B jealous
C clever
D confident

<answer>:

B