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awards and scholarships and announced the names of young women who were selected to participate in the G-Day Summer Camp and the coveted G-Day Abroad Experience.
Pearson wanted to make sure girls felt valued and worthy, unlike she did growing up as a teen under her motherâs detached thumb. She also wanted to be a part of giving them an experience beyond their wildest imaginations.
After that, she needed to get ready for the gathering at Nadaliaâs house later that evening. There were lots more crappy merry-happy greetings to push through before the holidays were over. All this time did for her was conjure unhappy memories to the forefront, along with emotions that she had to wrestle with. It was during this season that her life took a devastating turn all those years ago.
Pearson had been a daddyâs girl from the moment she took her first breath. Her father, Alston Chambers was smitten with Pearson at first sight and happily cared for her every need the way a nurturing mother would. He had to, because for Candice, that mothering instinct that kicked in after a woman gave birth, never quite fell into place.
Christmas Eve, when Pearson was twelve, Alston went shopping, filling his car with all the dolls and gifts a pre-teen could ever want, but he never made it home. A massive stroke caused him to steer the car off the road, nearly splitting it in two. The impact killed him instantly.
On Christmas, instead of opening gifts, Pearson and Candice spent the day mourning: Pearson in her room, and her mother camped out in a darkened den while she drank several bottles of scotch. The gifts under the tree remained unopened.
New Yearâs Eve was spent sending her father off in the most opulent way imaginable. From that day, Pearsonâs life had never been the same.
Pearson shook those awful memories away and stood so abruptly she knocked her chair over. The pain of her fatherâs loss rushed her as if it had just happened. She doubled over and wept, crying for him and all the other losses that his death generated.
Pearson reached for the wine cooler; she couldnât deal with this agony in her own strength. Deciding that wine wouldnât cut it, she dug beyond the files in her bottom drawer and pulled out a fifth of vodka. She drank straight from the bottle, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat on the floor.
After a few more sips, Pearson put the liquor back in its place. She still had a few hours to put in even though it was the Saturday before Christmas.
Pearson got back to work, but not before grabbing a bottle of red wine, a glass, and an aerator. She uncorked the bottle and filled her glass to the rim, letting the crimson liquid pass through the aerator first. Bringing the glass to her mouth with trembling hands, Pearson took a long sip. She had to catch her breath when she finished.
After tapping out a few emails to her assistant and warning her not to act on them until Monday, she shut down her PC. Just because she was a workaholic who drowned her revulsion for the holidays in long, vigorous hours and expensive spirits, that didnât mean her employees had to.
Saving the rest of her work and errands for another day, Pearson decided to start preparing for the party, starting with a long soak in their colossal Jacuzzi spa. Sheâd hoped that the soothing rhythm from the jets and the velvety bubbles would wash away some of the feelings of grief and that threatened to consume her.
The sound of Nilesâ rich deep voice bellowed though the master bedroom and into the bath. Pearsonâs eyes fluttered open and she realized sheâd fallen asleep in the tub. Niles called her name again and this time it sounded less distant. She sat up in the water and took a moment to clear her disorientation.
âIâm in here!â She heard Nilesâ footsteps growing closer.
He appeared in the door and grinned. Pearson smiled back as a sliver of heat swirled in her core,
Pearson wanted to make sure girls felt valued and worthy, unlike she did growing up as a teen under her motherâs detached thumb. She also wanted to be a part of giving them an experience beyond their wildest imaginations.
After that, she needed to get ready for the gathering at Nadaliaâs house later that evening. There were lots more crappy merry-happy greetings to push through before the holidays were over. All this time did for her was conjure unhappy memories to the forefront, along with emotions that she had to wrestle with. It was during this season that her life took a devastating turn all those years ago.
Pearson had been a daddyâs girl from the moment she took her first breath. Her father, Alston Chambers was smitten with Pearson at first sight and happily cared for her every need the way a nurturing mother would. He had to, because for Candice, that mothering instinct that kicked in after a woman gave birth, never quite fell into place.
Christmas Eve, when Pearson was twelve, Alston went shopping, filling his car with all the dolls and gifts a pre-teen could ever want, but he never made it home. A massive stroke caused him to steer the car off the road, nearly splitting it in two. The impact killed him instantly.
On Christmas, instead of opening gifts, Pearson and Candice spent the day mourning: Pearson in her room, and her mother camped out in a darkened den while she drank several bottles of scotch. The gifts under the tree remained unopened.
New Yearâs Eve was spent sending her father off in the most opulent way imaginable. From that day, Pearsonâs life had never been the same.
Pearson shook those awful memories away and stood so abruptly she knocked her chair over. The pain of her fatherâs loss rushed her as if it had just happened. She doubled over and wept, crying for him and all the other losses that his death generated.
Pearson reached for the wine cooler; she couldnât deal with this agony in her own strength. Deciding that wine wouldnât cut it, she dug beyond the files in her bottom drawer and pulled out a fifth of vodka. She drank straight from the bottle, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat on the floor.
After a few more sips, Pearson put the liquor back in its place. She still had a few hours to put in even though it was the Saturday before Christmas.
Pearson got back to work, but not before grabbing a bottle of red wine, a glass, and an aerator. She uncorked the bottle and filled her glass to the rim, letting the crimson liquid pass through the aerator first. Bringing the glass to her mouth with trembling hands, Pearson took a long sip. She had to catch her breath when she finished.
After tapping out a few emails to her assistant and warning her not to act on them until Monday, she shut down her PC. Just because she was a workaholic who drowned her revulsion for the holidays in long, vigorous hours and expensive spirits, that didnât mean her employees had to.
Saving the rest of her work and errands for another day, Pearson decided to start preparing for the party, starting with a long soak in their colossal Jacuzzi spa. Sheâd hoped that the soothing rhythm from the jets and the velvety bubbles would wash away some of the feelings of grief and that threatened to consume her.
The sound of Nilesâ rich deep voice bellowed though the master bedroom and into the bath. Pearsonâs eyes fluttered open and she realized sheâd fallen asleep in the tub. Niles called her name again and this time it sounded less distant. She sat up in the water and took a moment to clear her disorientation.
âIâm in here!â She heard Nilesâ footsteps growing closer.
He appeared in the door and grinned. Pearson smiled back as a sliver of heat swirled in her core,
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