Grant Donnovan; Office Chad (09:25am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation)

Main Office

“Yaahoo- Aina-san,” boomed Grant Donnovan.

“For fuck’s-sake.” Brandon cursed inwardly as he saw the 39-year-old Regional Accounts Lead stride towards himself and Aina. The 6’2 man walked through the office of Wet "N" Antics with the easy certainty of a man comfortable with his lot in life. Grant was a handsome man with a naturally athletic build.

Aina giggled a little, “that’s a greeting between girls Grant.”

Grant opened his arms wide shrugging, “hey I’m in touch with my fucking feminine side, sugar-tits.” Aina and a few others nearby laughed openly at Grant’s blatant inappropriateness. “Aina when you have a moment can you give me a breakdown of your sales figures with a comparison between theme parks and retail outlets. Not urgent, but you know? Fucking soon as possible,” Grant said casually.

Aina nodded and happily began getting the numbers for the crass loud mouth. While some of his colleagues rolled their eyes at his antics, there was a loutish charm to Grant's presence everyone seemed to like. Even Sayaka Mori softened her stance around Grant. Whilst he stood over Aina, Grant nodded to Brandon, “good work on that Vancouver sale by the way Brandon. Keep pushing the Canadian leads.”

Brandon nodded and gave a quiet thanks at the encouragement. He might have liked Grant if it wasn’t for the fact that the tall man had slept with Aina some 18 months ago. It had been after a particularly raucous company night out celebrating a lucrative deal with a major national water- park. Aina and Grant slipping off together was no more than a whisper to the rest of the Company, perhaps half remembered in the drunken memories of one or two but essentially unnoticed. Brandon, whose attentiveness to Aina's life was always keen, overheard a chance remark—a teasing nudge from Emi about 'another wild sales party'—and the pieces fell into place.

Somehow the worse thing was that Aina and Grant had remained friends. Aina, had a pragmatic view of her romantic dalliances, and Grant hadn’t been looking for anything serious with the cute brunette in any case. Brandon was jealous of the fact that Grant had obtained casually in a few months what he had been lusting after for nearly two years.

And now knowing Aina was effectively gone forever, well he just really wanted the guy to fuck off.

“Hey, you alright Brandon?” asked Grant in a rare display of genuine empathy.

“Uh yeah,” said Brandon.

“I don’t know man you look a little, I don’t know, washed out.”

“It’s just been a weird morning,” replied Brandon.

Grant laughed at Brandon’s lame answer. “Well fucking get over it bro! We’re here to make money not navel gaze. Actually,” Grant said, as if remembering something, “you want to know about weird?” Grant raised his voice to include a wider circle of colleagues. “Check this out.” Grant produced a small plastic card from his pocket. Printed in big letters were the words Breeding Pass.