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

<passage>:
was a cool cat—the elevator and the Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the money operators all wore earmuffs—was just as phony as a three-dollar bill! "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 "He was a very kind employer," Orison said. She tried to keep from "What kinda salary you bucking for?" he translated, bouncing up and down on the toes of his rough-leather desert boots. "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. It was indeed. to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal "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 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 heart, wore a pair of earmuffs. Orison nodded bemused acknowledgment Lunch at the stand-up counter down the street was a normal interlude. 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, upper floors? Orison stopped in at the restaurant nearest her apartment 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 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 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 transferred her head to the pillow to her left. "A radio?" she "I got the job," Orison said. "Are you ... in that pillow ... all the "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. a peculiar electronic pop that puzzled Orison for a moment. Then she 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. "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?" curtsy? Orison wondered. to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink, saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but not their earmuffs) and bowed, the earmuffed operator bowing with them. Small bows, true 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." 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 "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 "You make it very clear," Orison said. "Now you'd best hurry back to he stepped up to Orison's desk. "Good morning. Miss McCall," he said. "What is this?" Orison demanded. "Visiting-day at the zoo?" She paused "Yeah, intense," Orison said. "Like a kidney-stone." but the ears were in evidence, and seemed normal. Mr. Kraft Gerding bowed—what continental manners these bankers 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, Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. "I quit!" she finance, and listen to another word." "Dearest lady, my humblest pardon," Kraft Gerding said, bowing again, a bit lower. "Your work is splendid your presence is Taft Bank's most " Orison said. "Well, Buster, here's a word to the foolish. Get lost." Kraft Gerding bowed and flashed his gelid smile. "Until we meet again?" Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with fifth floor. First the unspeakable Auga Vingt, then the obnoxious Kraft Gerding. 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. 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 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 we to toss you into one of these tanks...." Orison struggled against "Dink ... Dink!" Orison shouted. damsels in distress," Kraft said. "Someone, after all, has to mind the bank." though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering Samma! " Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with the merest hint of a bow, led his two giant Earmuffs to the elevator. "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 "He's like a baby crawdad," Orison said. "What do they do?" Orison asked. "What's he doing now?" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus, perched up on the rear four of his six microscopic legs, scratching 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 together while they work, a chorus of some twenty million voices." He took her arm. "If you listen very carefully, you'll find the song these little workers sing the most beautiful music in the world." Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to

<question>:
How did Orison feel on the first day of her job?

<options>:
A confused about her job duties
B frustrated with the other women that worked there
C excited about such a large raise
D in love with the quirkiness of the employees

<answer>:

A