David Morgan, getting chewed out by his manager

I've been tormented for some time by my manager, Mrs. Nespot. Every minor mistake I make gets brought up in meetings, I'm asked to stay late each day, heck, I've had to train half the employees here, despite my supposed "ineptitude". Today will be no different I'm sure. I'm still not entirely sure how a bitch like her got the management position I'd been gunning for for the last three years, but here I am.

It could be worse though. Most of the office actually likes me. I work in the accounting department at a fairly large company, so I'm pretty content, but I'd be much happier if it weren't for Mrs. Nespot, well that and if I had a wife or girlfriend. I've sacrificed over a decade to this company, and now I'm getting a little self-conscious about my age.

I'd barely even sat in my office when I received an email from Mrs. Nespot. "The internal spending reports have some discrepancies, report to my office to discus ASAP."

Great. I check them four times against all our internal databases. There shouldn't be any discrepancies. So I'm guessing I'm just in to get chewed out again.

I enter Mrs. Nespot's office and she orders me to close the door and sit.

"I'm sure you'll understand if I explain it to you," She begins, "that the issues I've found are severe, and makes it seem like you've potentially been siphoning funds."

"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE" I yell, "I'VE DONE NOTHING BUT GOOD FOR THIS COMPANY! I CHECKED THAT DOCUMENT FOUR TIMES!"

I get my anger under control, and things start to click in my head. She's been setting me up to take the fall for her own misdeeds. I bet she's behind this. There isn't anything I can do though. It'd be my word against hers.

I make eye contact with her, and I can tell she's thinking the same thing.

What can I do, what can I do?!

Suddenly, it's like time freezes.

Wait. No. It's not like time freezes. Time is frozen. I can't move.

I can see something though, well technically more than one thing, but one thing out of the ordinary.

medium breasts, brown hair, updo, blue eyes, glasses, blazer, button-up shirt, long skirt, office, sitting in chair, desk, computer, professional, middle-aged, (disappointed:1.2), sfw

Floats in the air in front of me.

I get the feeling that while I can only make one change, other versions of Me can make more changes, like we're all suddenly synced up into one reality, but we're not one person. It's an odd feeling. I know that when one change is made, some of us will go one way, others the other, and reality will splinter, but I won't be able to tell, since I'll just be in one of them, but I'll know there are others...