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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there isn't a trap, the Karna can't satisfy Braynek, because he's convinced that there has and they've got the Karna reeling. The Karna can see that we're not Malloy leafed casually through the dossiers of the four new men who had been assigned trying to stall our men are actually working at trying to reach a decision. his approval, but there was still Malloy, Permanent Terran Ambassador to His Utter Munificence, the Occeq of Saarkkad. Take this first one, for instance. Malloy ran his finger down the columns of complex symbolism that and Braynek have blind spots, but showed the complete psychological they're covered with armor. No, I'm Couldn't go, Mr. Ambassador?" Malloy looked at him. "Didn't you know? I wondered why you appointed me, in the first place. No, I morbidly suspicious that every man's hand was turned against him. He trusted no one, and was perpetually on his guard against imaginary plots importance. Number three ... Malloy sighed and pushed the dossiers away from him. No two men were alike, and yet there sometimes flabby muscles, sagging skin, a void. Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere out there, a war was raging. He didn't even like to think of that, but war that Mankind had yet fought. And, Malloy knew, his own position was not unimportant in that war. He was not in the battle line, nor of differences—but their minds just didn't function along the same lines. For nine years, Bertrand Malloy official was aloof. The greater his importance, the greater must be his isolation. The Occeq of Saarkkad could have handled them without half trying. But Malloy didn't have top-grade men. They couldn't be spared from work that required their total capacity. where there are more important jobs that will tax his full output. So Malloy was stuck with the culls. Not the worst ones, of course there were places in the galaxy that were less important than Saarkkad to the war effort. Malloy knew that, no matter what was wrong with a man, as long as he had the mental ability to was impossible, in view of the sterilization regulations. But Malloy didn't like to stop at merely thwarting mental quirks he useful . The phone chimed. Malloy flipped it on with a practiced hand. "Malloy here." "Mr. Malloy?" said a careful voice. "A special communication for you has been teletyped in from Earth. Shall I bring it in?" "Bring it in, Miss Drayson." Miss Drayson was a case in point. She was uncommunicative. She liked to gather in information, but she found it difficult to give it up once it was in her possession. Malloy had made her his private secretary. Nothing—but nothing out of Malloy's office without his direct order. It had taken Malloy a long time to get it into Miss Drayson's head that it was perfectly all right—even desirable—for her to keep secrets from everyone except Malloy. She came in through the door, a rather handsome woman in her middle someone might at any instant snatch it from her before she could turn it over to Malloy. She laid them carefully on the let you know immediately, sir," she said. "Will there be anything else?" Malloy let her stand there while he picked up the communique. She wanted to know what his reaction was it didn't matter because no one would ever find out from her what he had done unless she was whisper. "There's a chance that the war may be over." "Yes, sir," said Miss Drayson in a hushed voice. Malloy read the whole thing through, fighting to keep his emotions in check. Miss Drayson stood there calmly, her face a mask her emotions were a secret. Finally, Malloy looked up. "I'll let you know as soon as I reach a decision, Miss Drayson. I think I hardly need say that no news of this is to leave this office." "Of course not, sir." Malloy watched her go out the door without actually seeing her. The war was over—at least for a while. He The Karna, slowly being beaten their own advantage ... The Karna considered this to be fully neutral territory, and Earth objected. would find that some of the now-neutral might be a vital point in the negotiations. And that was where Bertrand Malloy I do?" he said softly. On the second day after the arrival of the communique, Malloy made his decision. He flipped on his intercom and said: "Miss Drayson, get hold of James Nordon and Kylen Braynek. I want to see them both immediately. Send Nordon in first, and can file the tape later." "Yes, sir." Malloy knew the woman would listen in on the intercom anyway, and it was better to give her permission to was graying at the temples, and his handsome face looked cool and efficient. Malloy waved him to a seat. Nordon nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." Malloy explained the problem of the Karna peace talks. "We need a man who can outthink them," Malloy finished, "and judging from your record, I think you're that Nordon nodded again. "Yes, sir certainly. Am I to go alone?" "No," said Malloy, "I'm sending an assistant with you—a man named Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?" Nordon shook his head. "Not that I recall, Mr. Malloy. Should I have?" "Not necessarily. He's a pretty shrewd operator, though. He knows a much time, but it's the Karna who are doing the pushing, not us." As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy said softly: "Send in Braynek, Miss Drayson." Kylen Braynek was a smallish man with mouse-brown hair that lay flat against his skull, and hard, penetrating, dark eyes that were shadowed by heavy, protruding brows. Malloy asked him to sit down. Again Malloy went through the explanation of the peace conference. "Naturally, they'll be trying to trick you every step of the way," Malloy went on. "They're shrewd and underhanded Nordon know immediately." "They won't get anything by me, Mr. Malloy." By the time the ship from Earth Malloy had full reports on the whole parley, as relayed to him through the ship that had taken Nordon and Braynek didn't quite make it to his calculating eyes. He took Malloy's hand and shook it warmly. "How are you, Mr. Ambassador?" "Fine, Mr. Secretary. How's everything "I certainly would." Malloy handed them to the secretary, and as he read, Malloy watched him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a good man, Malloy had to admit, but he didn't know all the ins and outs of the Diplomatic Corps. and outdo the finest team of negotiators the Karna could send." "I thought they would," said Malloy, trying to appear modest. The secretary's eyes narrowed. doing here with ... ah ... sick men. Is this one of your ... ah ... successes?" Malloy nodded. "I think so. The Karna put us in a dilemma, so I threw a dilemma right back at them." "How do you mean?" "Nordon had a mental block against making decisions. If he took a girl out on a date, he'd have trouble making up his mind whether to kiss her or not until she made up his mind for him, one way or the other. He's that kind of guy. Until he's presented The Secretary nodded slowly. "What about Braynek?" "Paranoid," said Malloy. "He thinks everyone is plotting against him. In this case, that's all to the good because the Karna plotting against him. No matter what they put forth, Braynek is convinced that there's a trap in it somewhere, and he digs to find out what the trap is. Even if

<question>:
How does Malloy feel about Miss Drayson?

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A Malloy thinks Miss Drayson is a great secretary because she doesn't give away information.
B Malloy is getting ready to fire Miss Drayson for not protecting confidential information.
C Malloy suspects Miss Drayson may be a spy for Karn.
D Malloy is secretly in love with Miss Drayson.

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A