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

<passage>:
Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying hound's-tooth checks, the scarlet vest peeping above the vee of his 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 Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. "What color Orison's look of bewilderment. "One each, a Franklin and a Grant," he "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. It was indeed. "Crazy!" Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with athletic vigor. "You just now joined up with our herd. I wanna tell you, chick, it's none too soon we got some decent scenery around to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal "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 secretarial pool to apply for work here, she thought. Orison McCall, Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the By lunchtime Orison had finished the Federal Mata Hari, Orison thought, reading a nonsense story into a Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped heart, wore a pair of earmuffs. Orison nodded bemused acknowledgment 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, light coat, and rode downstairs in an elevator filled with earmuffed, silent, hat-clasping gentlemen. Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's In a gloomy mood, Orison McCall showered and dressed for bed. Eleven o'clock. Washington should be calling soon, inquiring after the results of her first day's spying. had her phone tapped. "Testing," a baritone voice muttered. Orison sat up, clutching the sheet around her throat. "Beg pardon?" she said. "Testing," the male voice repeated. "One, two, three three, two, one. Do you read me? Over." Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax, The room was empty. "Testing," the voice repeated. "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 Orison lay down cautiously. "All right," she whispered to her pillow. Orison transferred her head to the pillow to her left. "A radio?" she "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? So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three? Maybe higher heels? "It's nothing," Orison said, switching off the microphone. reasonably astute sixth-grader couldn't do as well," Orison said. "You'll be reading silently before long," Mr. Gerding said. He smiled, 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 asked, as though following her train of thought. "No, sir," she said. "Though I've been associated with a rather large "Dink?" she asked. "And I suppose you're to call me Orison?" "That's the drill," he said. "One more question, Orison. Dinner this evening?" Direct, she thought. Perhaps that's why he's president of a bank, and still so young. "We've hardly met," she said. curtsy? Orison wondered. "Thank you," she said. He was a soldier, or had been: the way, when he turned, his shoulders stayed square. The crisp clicking of his steps, a military metronome, Orison finished the Record , thinking as she read of meeting again this evening that handsome 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 thought. Built like a burlesque queen. No, she thought, I don't like her. Can't. Wouldn't if I could. Never cared for cats. "I'm Orison McCall," she said, and tried to smile back without showing "Thanks," Orison said. "Sorry you have to leave so suddenly," Orison said, rolling her displaying, Orison thought, a disgraceful amount of ungirdled rhumba motion. "Yeah, intense," Orison said. "Like a kidney-stone." Instead, Kraft Gerding smiled a smile as frosty as his mustache and Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. "I quit!" she charming asset the wise...." " N'est-ce pas? " Orison said. "Well, Buster, here's a word to the Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with Surely, Orison thought, recovering the bank into a lunatic asylum. How else, though, could the behavior Half an hour further into the paper, Orison jumped, startled by the Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before "Yes, Mr. Wanji. I'll tell Mr. Gerding." Orison clicked the phone down. was a curious sound. The buzzing of a million bees, barely within the fringes of her hearing. Somehow, a very pleasant sound. 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 Gerding. "It seems that our Pandora doesn't care for spiders," he we to toss you into one of these tanks...." Orison struggled against her two sumo -sized captors, whose combined weights exceeded hers by "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. questions, he strode between the shiko-ing Earmuffs and put his arms around Orison. "I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison," Dink said. "Why did you do Orison," he said. eaters. They literally couldn't harm a fly. Look at it, Orison." He extended his palm. Orison forced herself to look. The little creature, Orison extended her hand as into a furnace. Dink brushed the unfolded it, to hold it over Orison's palm. "He's like a baby crawdad," Orison said. "What do they do?" Orison asked. "What's he doing now?" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus, "They like gold," Dink explained, peering across her shoulder, comfortably close. "They're attracted to it by a chemical tropism, as children are attracted to candy. Toss him back into his tank, Orison. We'd better get you down where you belong." Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to

<question>:
Which best describes Orison's personality?

<options>:
A smart and bossy
B patient and polite
C kind and innocent
D curious and confident

<answer>:

D