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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Gorb stepped forward and put a hand on his chest. Gorb grinned rakishly. "Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a I eyed Gorb uncertainly. The Terran Consulate people probably wouldn't "Send them in one at a time," I told Stebbins. I ducked into the were really serious, and I knew from past experiences that no officials ever worried much about the state of my pocketbook. On the other hand, giving this slyster a contract might be a risky proposition. "Tell you what," I said finally. "You've got yourself a deal—but on a contingency basis. Get me out of this and you'll have five grand and the contract. Otherwise, nothing." Gorb shrugged. "What have I to lose?" The office buzzer sounded. Auchinleck said unctuously, "The first I throttled my exclamation of surprise, concealing it behind a quick cough. "Let me have that again, please?" The little Regulan was as good as hired. Only the formalities remained. "You understand our terms, Mr. Fitzgerald?" accept the terms!" I buzzed for Ludlow and gave him the fast signal that meant we were signing this alien up at half the usual pay, and Ludlow took him into the other office to sign him up. decades, and so I got rid of him in a couple of minutes. He was so plump and cheerful. I passed him along to Auchinleck to sign at anything short of top rate. of, it's those silver-colored spiders, but this seedy specimen gave it a try anyway. He got the gate in half a minute, and he didn't even get the handout he was angling for. I don't approve of begging. It was the isolationism of the late 29th century that turned me into I could tell, the being was quite plainly nothing but an Earthman. 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 I don't mind conning the public from time to time, but I draw the line at getting bilked myself. "Look, friend, I'm busy, and I'm not known for my sense of humor. Or my generosity." "I'm not panhandling. I'm looking for a job." "Then try elsewhere. Suppose you stop wasting my time, bud. You're as Earthborn as I am." 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 "Very clever, Mr. Gorb." I grinned at him and shook my head. "You spin these days. Zero, in fact. Good-by, Mr. Gorb." I pulled away from his yawning mouth. "Good-by, Mr. Gorb," I repeated. "All I ask is a contract, Corrigan. It isn't much. I'll be a big attraction. I'll—" " it over. Maybe you'll regret your hastiness. I'll be back to give you another chance." He slammed the door and I let my grim expression relax into a smile. This was the best con switch yet—an Earthman posing as an alien to get a job! But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness reason. And, with it, plenty of trouble on my hands. The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I and said no to a scaly pseudo-armadillo from one of the Delta Worlds. Hardly had the 'dillo scuttled dejectedly out of my office when the 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 because—" "You will hire me or trouble I will make!" I opened our inventory chart. I showed him that we were already didn't move. He bellowed, "I have vowed a vow, Earthman. Take me to Earth, enroll a Gursdrinn, or the consequences will be terrible!" I'm a man of principles, like all straightforward double-dealers, and 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." "Please, please," squeaked the little alien pitifully. "I must see you, honored sir!" 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 to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with yourself." "She lied! She left my burrow because she longed to see the splendors sentiment. I felt sorry for this being's domestic troubles, but I wasn't going to break up a good act just to make an alien squirrel happy—not to mention footing the transportation. I said, "I don't see how we can manage it. The laws are very strict I?" "Well—" "Of course not." I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right along. "Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up, I might conceivably have done it. But no—you had to go unburden your heart to me." "I thought the truth would move you." "It did. But in effect you're now asking me to conspire in a fraudulent criminal act. Friend, I can't do it. My reputation means too much to me," I said piously. "Then you will refuse me?" "My heart melts to nothingness for you. But I can't take you to Earth." against her will. And maybe she's happier where she is." The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a living dishrag. In a bleak voice, he said, "There is no hope then. All is lost. I will never see my soulmate again. Good day, Earthman." He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping. I watched him shuffle out. I do have some conscience, and I had the uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to commit suicide on my account. started to get complicated again. Nine of the fifty were okay. The rest were unacceptable for one reason or another, and they took the bad news quietly enough. The haul for the "Your man happened to be looking the wrong way," he said cheerily. "Change your mind about me yet?" "Get out before I have you thrown out." Gorb shrugged. "I figured you hadn't changed your mind, so I've changed "I don't care what your story is! Get out or—" "You see? He's incompetent. Suppose you fire him, take me on instead. the office before I spoke. "Listen, Gorb, or whatever your name is, "This is the law. Do you deny that your stubborn refusal to yield to this late life-form's request lies at the root of his sad demise?" "Well, no, but—" "Failure to deny is admission of guilt. You are guilty, Earthman." Closing my eyes wearily, I tried to wish the whole babbling lot of them away. If I had to, I could pony up the hundred-grand fine, but it was I was spared further such morbid thoughts by yet another unannounced himself , and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and "Don't mention it," Gorb said.

<question>:
Why was the interviewer uninterested in Gorb?

<options>:
A He was demanding and rude, which the interviewer did not bend for.
B He was a fugitive.
C He appeared to be a human.
D He was bargaining with sympathy, which the interviewer did not bend for.

<answer>:

C