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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Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the "They're so very strange," Orison said. At the bottom of the tank she Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious "He was a very kind employer," Orison said. She tried to keep from "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. It was indeed. to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison, "Yes, sir," Orison said. She was wondering if she'd be issued earmuffs, "What will I be doing, Mr. Wanji?" Orison asked. "It seems a rather peculiar job," Orison said. "After all, I'm a "Yes, sir," Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the By lunchtime Orison had finished the Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped 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, lonely desk and her microphone. By five, Orison had finished the book, Bilbo Baggins, Hobbit. She switched off the microphone, put on her What I need, Orison thought, walking rapidly to the busline, is a 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 the U.S. Treasury Department and the American Psychiatric Association. Earmuffs, indeed. Fairy-tales read into a microphone. A Vice-President upper floors? Orison stopped in at the restaurant nearest her apartment house—the Windsor Arms—and ordered a meal and a single Martini. Her boss in Washington had told her that this job of hers, spying on Taft Bank from within, might prove dangerous. Indeed it was, she thought. She was in danger of becoming a solitary drinker. Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's o'clock. Washington should be calling soon, inquiring after the results of her first day's spying. No call. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. The clock Orison sat up, clutching the sheet around her throat. "Beg pardon?" she "What you're testing," Orison said in a firm voice, "is my patience. Who are you?" "Department of Treasury Monitor J-12," the male voice said. "Do you "Where are you, Monitor?" she demanded. "That's classified information," the voice said. "Please speak directly Orison lay down cautiously. "All right," she whispered to her pillow. Orison transferred her head to the pillow to her left. "A radio?" she asked. "Of a sort," Monitor J-12 agreed. "We have to maintain communications security. Have you anything to report?" "I got the job," Orison said. "Are you ... in that pillow ... all the time?" "You make it sound so improper," Orison said. Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a "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 "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. as though this explained everything. "By the way, your official designation is Confidential Secretary. It's me whose confidences you're to keep secret. If I ever need a letter written, may I stop down here and dictate it?" "Dink?" she asked. "And I suppose you're to call me Orison?" "That's the drill," he said. "One more question, Orison. Dinner this curtsy? Orison wondered. Orison finished the Orison looked up. "Oh, hello," she said. "I didn't hear you come up." of the desk, "and pounce ever so hard." She smiled. Opulent, Orison "I'm Orison McCall," she said, and tried to smile back without showing "Thanks," Orison said. draw your attention to one little point. Dink Gerding—you know, the shoulders and muscles and crewcut? Well, he's posted property. Should you throw your starveling charms at my Dink, you'd only get your little eyes scratched out. Word to the wise, n'est-ce pas "Sorry you have to leave so suddenly," Orison said, rolling her "So remember, Tiny, Dink Gerding is mine. You're all alone up here. You could get broken nails, fall down the elevator shaft, all sorts of annoyance. Understand me, darling?" displaying, Orison thought, a disgraceful amount of ungirdled rhumba "What is this?" Orison demanded. "Visiting-day at the zoo?" She paused "Yeah, intense," Orison said. "Like a kidney-stone." 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 my only wish is to serve and protect you. To this end, dear lady, I feel it my duty to warn you against my brother. A word to the wise...." " Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with Half an hour further into the paper, Orison jumped, startled by the Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before The elevator? No. The operators had surely been instructed to keep her The door on the sixth floor was locked. Orison went on up the stairs to the landing was cellar-dark. Orison closed her eyes for a moment. There 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 -sized captors, whose combined weights exceeded hers by "Elder Compassion wouldn't like your harming the girl, Sire," one of "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. Suddenly she was dropped. Her mountainous keepers were on the floor as around Orison. "They can't harm you," he said. She turned to press her face against his chest. "You're all right, child. Breathe deep, swallow, and turn your brain back on. All right, now?" "I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison," Dink said. "Why did you do to Dink, keeping her eyes on the nearest spidertank. "I had to see what it was you kept up here so secretly, what it was that I was Orison," he said. eaters. They literally couldn't harm a fly. Look at it, Orison." He Orison extended her hand as into a furnace. Dink brushed the "What do they do?" Orison asked. "That's still a secret," Dink said, smiling. "I can't tell even you that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary." "What's he doing now?" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus, against her high-school class-ring with his tiny chelae. "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>:
How was Orison treated by her female co-workers?

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A Welcoming
B Indifferent
C Friendly
D Guarded

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D