Part 2 Chapter 12

A week later

The next time I met with Carson was at a supermarket. I was pushing along a heavy trolley and picking out the groceries that I knew Kaiser would love most. Air-flown Australian strawberries, New Zealand grass-fed butter, the best cuts of red meat, some additional protein shakes from the healthy section, and so on. Recently Carson had been intrigued by testimonies from athletes on the ketogenic diet that he was determined to do the same. While I had a superb metabolic rate and didn’t need to go on any diet, I was spurred to accompany and motivate him on his journey.

I had travelled around the area to other supermarkets to procure all the required items on my shopping list, knowing he would be away for a few days for business. Or more, considering he never told me about his agenda. He had taken his passport and a few clothes, so I presumed he would be travelling for quite a bit.

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