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

<passage>:
"I can see you're used to sweeping girls off their feet," she commented sourly. "The main problem is whether you can cook." "Just don't try to sucker me in on the deal. I know you're operating something sneaky all through the colony, but it's not for me." too. After a while , he promised himself, and rugged. The glowing semi-disk of Jupiter was more than half a million miles distant. "Try not to be simple—for once!" growled Jeffers. "A little percentage here and there on the cargoes never shows by the time figures get back to Earth. The big jets in the home office don't care. They count it on the estimates." They know what it's like. D'ya think they don't expect us to make what we can on the side?" "You just don't listen to me ," he complained. "You know I took this Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers. "Aw, it's not like that," the manager muttered. "You can ease out whenever your contract's up. Think we'd bend a good orbit on your account?" "All right, then!" Jeffers snapped after a long moment. "If you want it that way, either you get in line with us or you're through right now!" "You can't fire me," retorted the pilot pityingly. "I came out here on a contract. Five hundred credits a week base pay, five hundred for grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. "We'll see how long you that hazardous duty!" "Doesn't matter," answered Tolliver, grinning amiably. "The hazardous He winked and walked out, deliberately leaving the door open behind him so as to enjoy the incoherent bellowing that followed him. Looks like a little vacation , he thought, unperturbed. around. I just want to get back to Earth with a clean rep. Let Jeffers their risk. Tolliver began to have his doubts the next day which was "Tuesday" His contract guaranteed a pilot's rating, but someone had neglected to specify the type of craft to be piloted. "Hey, Johnny!" said a voice at his shoulder. "The word is that they're "What do you mean?" Javelin ." "What's wrong with that?" asked Tolliver. "Outside of the way they keep handing out soft jobs to nephews, I mean." "Aah, these young punks just come out for a few months so they can go back to Earth making noises like spacemen. Sometimes there's no reason blonde which served to set off both the blue of her eyes and the cap apparently won from one of the pilots. She wore gray slacks and a heavy sweater, like a spacer. "Sure," agreed Tolliver thinking, Ohmigod! Trying already to be just "What did you expect?" asked Tolliver. "Square dances with champagne?" "Don't be silly. Daddy says I'm supposed to learn traffic routing and the business management of a local branch. They probably won't let me see much else." "You never can tell," said the pilot, yielding to temptation. "Any square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous." I'll be sorry later , he reflected, but if Jeffers keeps me jockeying ?" Tolliver pursed his lips and put on a shrewd expression. "Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!" he warned portentously. "Many a you'd least expect. That's why I draw such high pay for driving an unarmored tractor." barrels on for a long way before there's enough friction to stop it. If you're in the way—well, it's just too bad!" Say, that's pretty good! he told himself. What a liar you are, Tolliver! "I'm retiring in six months if I'm still alive," he said bravely, edging the tractor into the airlock at their destination. "Made my pile. No use pushing your luck too far." , he resolved. It isn't really funny if the sucker is too ignorant to know better. Remembering his grudge against the manager, he took pleasure in walking in without knocking. "Jeffers," he announced, "this is ... just call her Betty." "Never mind him, Mr. Jeffers," snapped the girl, in a tone new to Jeffers seemed to stagger standing still behind his desk. His loose "Wh-wh-what do you mean, Miss Koslow?" Jeffers stammered. He darted a suspicious glare at Tolliver. "Mr. Jeffers," said the girl, "I may look like just another spoiled little blonde, but the best part of this company will be mine someday. I was not allowed to reach twenty-two without learning something about holding on to it." Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl. I have some authority, though. And you look like the source of the trouble to me." "You can't prove anything," declared Jeffers hoarsely. "Oh, can't I? I've already seen certain evidence, and the rest won't be hard to find. Where are your books, Mr. Jeffers? You're as good as fired!" The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about "just landed." a secretary, but it turned out to be three members of Jeffers' headquarters staff. He recognized one as Rawlins, a warehouse chief, it was a poor time to engage Jeffers in fruitless debate. in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him Jeffers." Tolliver groaned. "Then, on the way over here, he as good as admitted everything. You didn't hear him, I guess. Well, he seemed to be caught all unaware, and seemed to blame you for it." "Sure!" grumbled the pilot. "He thinks I told you he was grafting or smuggling, or whatever he has going for him here. That's why I want to get out of here—before I find myself involved in some kind of fatal accident!" claiming the stuff lost in transit. You didn't think you scared him that bad over a little slack managing?" The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters discarded records. "Better than nothing at all," he muttered. "This plastic is tough," said Tolliver, "but it will bend with enough heat. If I can kick loose a hinge, maybe we can fool them yet!" "No, I don't think you'd better." "Why not?" "Well ... after all, what would he dare do? Arranging an accident to tractor. I bet Jeffers already phoned the garage and all the airlocks hear him. "Leave it turned off. Anybody might be listening!" "Right through the wall, and then head for the nearest mine. Jeffers "How good?" "Pretty official, as a matter of fact." himself. It was a long mile, even at the pace human muscles could achieve on "In fact, we have "That tractor will get here in a minute or two. They might cut your conversation kind of short. Now shut up and let me look over these dials!" "Who knows?" retorted Tolliver. "There wasn't time to check everything . We'll worry about that after we make your call." When he heard Betty requesting assistance in arresting Jeffers and course, she stumbled onto Jeffers by plain dumb luck. But she had an than reassured at discovering his status. "This 'Miss Koslow' business," he said suspiciously. "He sounded funny about that." The girl grinned. "Relax, Tolliver," she told him. "Did you really believe Daddy would was gypping him?" "You ... you...?" firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—" "I'd be stuck for six months in this orbit with some brash young man," "Oh, come on ! Can't they get us back? How can you tell where we're going?" "I didn't expect to so soon." "Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack

<question>:
Which word doesn't describe Jeffers?

<options>:
A clever
B persistent
C hot-headed
D cocky

<answer>:

A