My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 0135 

Candice was not surprised to learn of Sonia’s promotion to full–time employment, given that her internship was coming to an end. Looking at Alex, she asked, “Hasn’t Julie retrieved her file yet?” 

“The file remains in the Secretary’s Office. It’s not been moved,” Alex replied, detached. 

Candice frowned slightly. She remembered Sonia starting in the Secretary’s Office before Alex transferred her 

to the President’s Office. 

She had thought Sonia would have joined their team by now, particularly with Alex’s apparent favoritism. The 

episode with Sonia’s internship report also came to mind. 

Candice’s gaze briefly betrayed her thoughts, but she quickly composed herself. 

Sonia’s job transfer wasn’t her main concern, so she concentrated on her own tasks. 

Exiting Alex’s office, Candice overheard Sonia cheerfully say, “I’m treating everyone to dinner tonight.” 

As Candice passed, Sonia offered her a friendly smile. “Candice, would you like to come? You were my first 

mentor here.” 

Candice remained stoic and declined. “No thanks. Have a good time.” 

Sonia gently insisted. “You might not be aware, but I’ve just been confirmed as permanent.” Her voice held a subtle pride. She clasped Candice’s arm, boasting, “Lex said I got permanent status faster than anyone, even quicker than you.” 

The remark highlighted Sonia’s newfound status, and Candice pondered the implications of ‘permanent.’ 

Candice simply said, “Well done.” 

The indifferent response made Sonia’s attempt to impress Candice fall flat. 

Disheartened, Sonia asked, “Are you upset? You don’t seem happy.” 

Candice offered her a brief look, disinterested in Sonia’s tactics. “Make sure your report for permanent status 

is handed to me,” she replied neutrally. 

Sonia looked confused. “Why?” 

Candice explained plainly, “Because your transfer isn’t complete yet.” 

She turned and left Sonia behind, missing the swift shift in the other woman’s expression. 

Back at her desk, Kayla handed Candice a stack of papers, saying. “Here’s the export department’s data for the 

past six months.” 

Candice nodded, realizing an evening of extra work was imminent. 

The mood of the office was solemn, and all faces were serious. 

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Reflecting on this, Candice asked Kayla, “Would you guys prefer fondue or barbecue tonight?” 

Somewhat downcast. Kayla replied, “Fondue, It’s more engaging.” 

“Then fondue it is. I’ll treat everyone tonight,” Candice decided. 

Kayla looked up, surprised. “Is this for a promotion or a salary increase?” 

Candice sorted the documents, maintaining her usual demeanor. “It’s to recognize our hard work for the next few days. Let’s enjoy fondue tonight to lift our spirits.” 

The gesture noticeably boosted the office morale and efficiency. 

Leaning over, Kayla remarked, “That’s very generous of you.” 

Candice handed a document to Kayla. “First revise this and then forward it to the finance department.” 

Kayla had worked as an intern in the batch before Sonia. She was still quite inexperienced. 

As she accepted it, she curiously asked, “With the internship for our group almost over, will the intern in our 

department get to stay?” 

In the Secretary’s Office, there were five interns, all showing good performance. 

“We should wait and see their final reports,” Candice replied. 

Reflecting on her own experience, Kayla shared, “I remember working tirelessly and following Lisa everywhere 

for business meetings to secure my position.” 

Candice was mindful of the firm’s stringent policies, where only the most capable interns were retained, and 

nodded in understanding. 

With their increased workload, they did stay late that night. 

The Secretary’s Office team, comprising around twenty people, decided on a nearby fondue restaurant. 

There was a street directly opposite the fondue restaurant styled in Laspulia fashion, filled with high–end 

dining places. 

Julie arrived, surveying the Laspulia restaurant that Sonia had chosen with disdain in her eyes. She had been 

invited to Sonia’s celebration. 

She silently critiqued Sonia’s feigned sophistication, sensing her naivety as she tried to mimic being a 

corporate elite. 

Oblivious to Julie’s internal critique, Sonia greeted her warmly, “Glad you could come, Julie.” 

Julie nodded, then asked, “Is Mr. Elysian not here?” 

Her interest in the venue was minimal, only piqued by the possibility of Alex’s attendance. 

Upon hearing Alex’s name, Sonia momentarily tensed, then calmly explained, “Lex had something urgent and