 Why did Orison say that she quit?
"That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. By lunchtime Orison had finished the Wall Street Journal and had begun reading a book an earmuffed page had brought her. Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. As though they were members of a ballet-troupe, these gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped aboard the elevator. Orison sighed, finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her lonely desk and her microphone. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. Orison transferred her head to the pillow to her left.
 She was frustrated with her visitors
 She was frustrated with her visitors  She didn't understand her job  She didn't like reading every day  Kraft was being rude to her