Her Diet

~~~CAT'S POV~~~

An hour passed and a hurricane named Aunt Molly has already calmed down. I guess she has already run out of words to say to me.

Just when I thought that I could finally have some peaceful rest, the door of the room flew open. A girl comes in wearing a magenta dress that hugs her perfectly shaped body. A black mini satchel is on her right hand while a white coat is hanging on her arm. On the left hand were two paper bags.

Her silver Peabody heels were making clicking sounds on the marble floor as she walked her way beside my hospital bed.

"I came as soon as I heard? How have you been doing? Oh, God! I dropped everything off as soon as Doc Alvin called me. Just what the hell have you been doing?!" The girl started to nag at me. She is worse than my Aunt Molly.

At least Aunt Molly is soft-spoken. While this girl is totally the opposite.

She is my best friend, Grace. We met eight years ago. We both started as an intern at the same company. And still working in that company until now. While I became an executive assistant to the CEO, she got herself a high position in the HR Department.

She has always been a noisy person and my number one critic. Maybe that's why we got along pretty well. She is not afraid of expressing her unfavorable opinion toward me.

Which I liked because I hate it when people praise me when I am facing them and then badmouth me when I turn around.

I smiled at her. "I'm doing fine."

"Good, because I'm going to kill you if you are not."

I laughed at her. Then I noticed the way she looked. She always looks good. She always makes sure of it. She never leaves her apartment without makeup or with a single strand of hair out of place. She is always dressed to kill. She even looked more like a boss than her boss.

"You looked good." I praised her.

"I always look good." She rolled her eyes at me. "And don't change the topic. Who told you to tire yourself and work overtime for three consecutive days?"

"Uh...my Boss?" I replied with uncertainty. Because my boss didn't tell me to work overtime for three consecutive days. He just gave me lots of work to do and he reminds me to finish that up as soon as possible.

Which ends up me overworking overtime for three consecutive days.

"Nuh-uh..." she raised and wiggled her index finger in front of me and shook her head with a raised eyebrow. "Your Boss is not your boss anymore."

When she said that, my eyes widened as I started to panic. I felt my blood run cold. "What do you mean?" I asked though I already knew what she meant.

"Your new Boss arrived this morning, sweetheart." She said, looking at me with sympathy.

"Damn!" I'm screwed. Though I finished all my work last night a day ahead of time. I didn't expect the arrival of my new boss a day ahead of time. And the worst part is that I am here confined in a hospital bed instead of being in the company welcoming and assisting my new boss.

My shoulder melted on my sides. Why does the new boss have to arrive earlier? It was supposed to be tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I already told your former boss that you overworked yourself and got sick. And guess what, he understands and was even guilty." Grace told me which made my mood a little elated. But not until her next sentence.

"But unfortunately, your new boss wasn't pleased." She continued making me feel downcast.

"Am I fired?" I asked, looking at her with a hopeful look.

"No. Not yet. But you left a bad impression on him." She said but it didn't make me feel better.

"Don't worry, you can change that. Who says first impressions last?" She continued.

I doubted that. I guess I'm going to have to look for another job after this. I sighed internally and my face eventually became downcast. Grace immediately noticed.

"Hey! What's with that face? Come on! You are not the type of person to give up easily. That's not that Cat I know!"

"You were able to impress your former boss for eight years, that's why you were able to get into your position. I am sure you can impress your new boss much better!" Grace said in an animated tone.

Sometimes I wonder how she is able to speak continuously in such an animated way. Doesn't she run out of air?

"My former Boss is easy to impress. That's why I didn't have a problem working with him. But with this new boss, his son? I am not sure about him. I have heard a lot about him, and it's not just hearsay. The words came out from my former boss and his wife. And those words were mostly negative."

I came to the point that I already doubted if my former boss and his wife were aware that they were badmouthing their son. Though I know that they were just preparing me mentally for what to expect of my new boss, they rarely said anything positive about their son.

Or maybe they did, but I just forgot it because the negatives outweigh the positives.

"Oh come on! You are overthinking things. The pessimistic Cat is taking over your whole self. Anyway, stop thinking about it. I brought your favorite, I know you are not going to eat anything that the hospital will prepare for you."

My face instantly lit up and I watched in anticipation as Grace put down her mini satchel and took out something from the paper bags. 'Please take out some food. Please take out some food.' I prayed internally.

My eyes widened in delight as my mouth watered when Grace pulled out some food boxes with the logo of my favorite restaurant from the paper bag.

"Doc Alvin specifically asked me to bring you take-out foods from your favorite keto-friendly restaurant because he knows that you won't eat the foods here in the hospital," Grace said as she pulled a hospital table in front of me.

I ignored that mischievous smile that she was giving me and instead, I ogled at the food that she was laying in front of me.

"Doc Alvin cares a lot about you," Grace commented and I noticed that meaningful look she cast on me in the corner of my eyes.

I tried to ignore it because I know she will start asking me questions about me and Alvin. She has been bugging me about my relationship with him and I was confused why she would think that we have that kind of relationship.

"He cares about me as a Doctor would to his patient and a friend would to his friend. Can I start digging in? Because I am hungry as a wolf."

I eventually changed the topic not just because I am avoiding the topic but because I am hungry.

Grace gave me a side-eye. "Okay, pessimistic pig. Dig in!"

I rolled my eyes at her. She used to nickname me a pessimistic Cat because I tend to be pessimistic at times. But whenever I am pigging out, she would intentionally change Cat, which is my real nickname into a pig, which I don't mind. I am used to her straightforwardness.

I started eating the foods in front of me which were based on a ketogenic diet. There is a steak bowl with cauliflower rice, cheese, herbs, avocado, and salsa. There is also Caesar salad with chicken.

I started with my ketogenic diet two years ago which helped a lot with my illness. And even if I eat a lot, I don't gain that much weight. The change in my diet improves my body and health.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I raised my head and looked at her. She is silently watching me while I eat.

"Nah! I don't want to turn into a goat." She mocks me with my choice of diet though she knows that I needed it.

Most of my diet includes raw vegetables and fruits which Grace hates a lot. I wonder how she maintains that beautiful figure when her diet is literally out of fast-food chains.

"So, how did it go?" I asked in between munching.

"Huh?" She looked at me confused.

"I mean the welcoming ceremony. How did it go?"

"Urgh! Don't remind me of that experience!" Grace acts as if she thought of something that made her shiver.

I laughed at her gesture. "Is it that bad?"

"Huh! Let's see if you can still laugh like that when you return to work!"

"Well, that depends if I can still go back to work," I said, making her roll her eyes again. I am sure she would call me a pessimistic Cat again.

"And let me warn you. Don't be surprised when you get back to work that your new boss brought with him the whole continent of Antarctica!"

This time, I am flustered. "Huh?"