 Why did Orison say that she quit?
The First Vice-President was a cool cat—the elevator and the money operators all wore earmuffs—was just as phony as a three-dollar bill! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really swing," said the Vice-President, Mr. Wanji. "He was a very kind employer," Orison said. Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. "I was making one-twenty a week in my last position," Miss McCall said. "You're worth more'n that, just to jazz up the decor," Mr. Wanji said. "What you say we pass you a cee-and-a-half a week. "One each, a Franklin and a Grant," he explained further. "Sister, you gonna work in a bank, you gotta know who's picture's on the paper. "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. 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 this tomb, girlwise." The uniformed operator nodded to Mr. Wanji, bowed slightly to Orison. "Lift us to five, Mac," Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison, "You can make the Taft Bank scene anywhere between the street floor and floor five. "Yes, sir," Orison said. The elevator opened on five to a tiny office, just large enough to hold a single desk and two chairs. Beside them was a double-decked "In" and "Out" basket. "Here's where you'll do your nine-to-five, honey," Mr. Wanji said.
 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