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 jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious come on real cool in the secretary-bit." "He was a very kind employer," Orison said. She tried to keep from "What will I be doing, Mr. Wanji?" Orison asked. 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, finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her Bilbo Baggins, Hobbit. She switched off the microphone, put on her light coat, and rode downstairs in an elevator filled with earmuffed, silent, hat-clasping gentlemen. 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. "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 Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax, Orison lay down cautiously. "All right," she whispered to her pillow. Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a a peculiar electronic pop that puzzled Orison for a moment. Then she placed the sound: J-12 had kissed his microphone. Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by registered mail. "I'm Orison McCall," she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight? the chair to the right of her desk. "It's nothing," Orison said, switching off the microphone. "Dink?" she asked. "And I suppose you're to call me Orison?" just head-and-neck. But not to her. To Dink Gerding. Orison finished the Orison looked up. "Oh, hello," she said. "I didn't hear you come up." Auga Vingt. Auga, to my friends." "Won't you sit down, Miss Vingt?" "So kind of you, darling," Auga Vingt said, "but I shan't have time to n'est-ce pas ?" "Sorry you have to leave so suddenly," Orison said, rolling her annoyance. Understand me, darling?" "You make it very clear," Orison said. "Now you'd best hurry back to your stanchion, Bossy, before the hay's all gone." "What is this?" Orison demanded. "Visiting-day at the zoo?" She paused and shook her head. "Excuse me, sir," she said. "It's just that ... Vingt thing...." "Auga is rather intense," the new Mr. Gerding said. and Trust Company family, Miss McCall," he said. "I'm Kraft Gerding, had!—and Orison half expected him to free her hand from the rolled-up paper she still clutched and plant a kiss on it. Instead, Kraft Gerding smiled a smile as frosty as his mustache and said, "I understand that my younger brother has been talking with you, Miss McCall. Quite proper, I know. But I must warn you against mixing business with pleasure." Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. "I quit!" she shouted. "You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I care. I'm not going to perch up here, target for every uncaged idiot in finance, and listen to another word." "Dearest lady, my humblest pardon," Kraft Gerding said, bowing again, Kraft Gerding bowed and flashed his gelid smile. "Until we meet again?" Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with First the unspeakable Auga Vingt, then the obnoxious Kraft Gerding. finished early enough, she might get a chance to prowl those Off-Limits upper floors. 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. it out. Meanwhile, she thought, scooting her chair back from her desk, she had a vague excuse to prowl the upper floors. The Earmuffs could only fire her. Orison folded the paper and put it in the "Out" basket. Someone would be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going. Orison thought she saw Benjamin Franklin winking up at her from the liquid. Then she screamed. crawling, leaping, swinging, spinning webs, seething in the hundred tanks. Orison put her hands over her ears and screamed again, backing toward the stairway door. Into a pair of arms. "I had hoped you'd be happy here, Miss McCall," Kraft Gerding said. Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have her wrists seized by two Earmuffs that had appeared with the elder Gerding. "It seems that our Pandora doesn't care for spiders," he the earmuffed sumo -wrestlers protested. "Elder Compassion has no rank," Kraft Gerding said. "Miss McCall, you must tell me what you were doing here, or I'll toss you to the spiders." "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. damsels in distress," Kraft said. "Someone, after all, has to mind the bank." "The message?" Kraft Gerding demanded. "Something about escudo green. Put me down!" Suddenly she was dropped. Her mountainous keepers were on the floor as though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering "All right," she said, still trembling. "They were going to throw me to the spiders." "Kraft told you that?" Dink Gerding released her and turned to the kneeling man. "Stand up, Elder Brother." "I...." Kraft struggled to one knee and remained kneeling, gazing up at Dink through half-closed eyes. "No? Then get out of here, all of you. Samma! " Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with "I've always been terrified of them," Orison said. "When I was a little girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a spider hanging from his thread in the stairway. I waited until Dad came home and took it down with a broom. Even then, I didn't have appetite Orison," he said. "Here. You hold him." "I'd rather not," she protested. "I'd be happier if you did," Dink said. Orison extended her hand as into a furnace. Dink brushed the "What's he doing now?" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus, We'd better get you down where you belong." Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring. Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to

<question>:
What did Orison do when she met Kraft Gerding?

<options>:
A She went to visit him on the upstairs floors.
B She typed up a dictated letter for him.
C She set up a date with him for that evening.
D She snapped at him and threatened to quit.

<answer>:

D