A Call from My Future Self Rewriting My Stolen Destiny

The first day of the public announcement period, I got a phone call from my “future” self.

“Nora, watch out for Cedric Gilbert. He's going to report you!”

I froze. The voice on the other end was mine.

But Cedric was my boyfriend. Why would he try to hurt me?

We'd taken the civil-service exam together this year. I placed first. He placed second.

This particular position had two openings.

He had no reason to report me.

I nearly laughed it off and hung up on what had to be a prank call.

But the voice on the other end kept going, frantic now.