Grant and Naomi Make an Executive Breeding List

Naomi moved swiftly to the whiteboard that had been neglected in the corner of the office, the abandoned relic of many brainstorming sessions now becoming the centrepiece of their mischievous plot. "Let's strategize," she said, uncapping a marker. “Let’s see. We want to make sure that Corporate doesn’t feel like they can simply discard junior or mid-level staff, such as myself. Senior staff will be kept on for longer whatever their condition and if they are all pregnant then Corporate will be obliged to keep other staff members so as to be seen as leading by example.

Plus, it will be easier for me to face senior members of staff without embarrassment as to how I was bred, if they are also sporting baby bumps acquired in the same way. So that means we start at the top of the Pyramid and work our way down.”

Grant watched, admiration tinting his gaze. He had seen Naomi in her element before, planning with precision, but this was different. She was fierce, a tactician in the art of office warfare. He had visions of a lioness directing the prides hunt.

She was his woman, and he’d do anything for her. And if a whole lot of his female colleagues had to get bred to make Naomi feel even slightly more secure then so be it. If it was between them and her then it was just too bad for them.

Naomi quickly scribbled, ‘Yumi,’ the Managing Director, at the top of the list. "Yumi's approval is critical, given her status. If she is impregnated then it is a loud statement to Corporate with how to deal with everyone below her," Naomi conveyed with analytical precision.

"Isn't she out for the investor meeting?" Grant checked the time on his watch, calculating her probable return. "We should be ready to intercept her as soon as she steps in, assuming she doesn’t get wind of what’s been happening."

Naomi nodded in agreement, "with Yumi we'll need a subtle approach to getting her back here,” Naomi insisted, “especially with the fuss it might rouse." Then she added another name beneath Yumi.

'Hana Yono, the MD's PA.

“She's the gatekeeper. She might not technically be high in the corporate hierarchy but she has the ear of Yumi and a few other Japanese directors. Also, she is loyal to Yumi so will be the first to try and warn her. If she hasn’t already!”

Grant understood the move. "Yup. She’s getting bred. That’s too bad though, she’s getting married in a few months, isn’t she?" he said.

Naomi didn’t turn from the white board “Yeah, is that a problem?” Grant shrugged, “not really” he said, “hopefully she can get her dress adjusted in time.”

"I will send her a link to a good dress maker,” said Naomi dryly. “Our next targets should be the business managers, Emi and Sayaka. But given that Ethan's went after them immediately, we have to assume one of them has already had her womb drenched, and maybe even playing on his team," Naomi said, her fingers pausing over the whiteboard and tapping it with a sharp red nail “which all things considered helps us. Nothing stopping us allying with those who have already been fertilized.”

"The two Business Managers’ influence is undeniable,” she continued, “We’ll check in on Ethan’s progress and breed whoever’s left.”

“Whoever it is, she's number two or three in the hierarchy—just after Yumi," Grant suggested, matching Naomi’s strategic mindset.

Naomi continued writing, rapidly scribbling down a half dozen more ideal targets, including Keiko the senior Product Design Engineer and a handful of junior members in Naomi’s own Brand Management team, who might otherwise be earmarked to replace her.

A minute later when she was finished, Grant stood behind her grinning as he put his arms around her waist, “who knew office meetings could be so dirty?” he said, “fine so this is what we’ll do; we’ll aim to find Hana as a matter of priority, hopefully before she can warn Yumi but at least to find out what she has told the boss. So, let’s split up to go hunting. If I find her, I’ll breed her on the spot. If you find her bring her back to this conference room and send me a text message. I’ll loop back here every 10 minutes or so anyway for an update or when I get your message that you’ve found her or another worthwhile target."

Naomi agreed. She put the cap back on the marker and turned to him, her face a mask of playful determination. "Are you ready?” she asked.

Grant grinned, "Always ready. Let’s make sure we end the day with no woman left behind."