Hello everyone, new story for you ;) hope you like it.

Again thanks to the awesome niagaraweasel for translate.

The fight against Slade and his army was won, although it had been hard and they had lost so much. Sara had left with Nyssa. Thea had disappeared without a trace, which had turned Oliver into a wreck. Roy had left the team to search for Thea and Laurel had left with Sara and Nyssa to learn how to fight. Oliver was almost broke. QC no longer belonged to him, together with the club and the Queen mansion. Based on Walter's recommendations Oliver had made some money with investments, which he had used to buy a small house. Since with the loss of Verdant, the secret Arrow lair was also unavailable, the cellar of Oliver's new home served as temporary headquarters. Diggle had taken a new job as head of security for the new mayor of Starling City.

Felicity had gotten an offer to keep working as EA for the new CEO of QC. She hated the new boss. He was a slimy bootlicker, who caused an icy shiver to run down her spine every time he said her name. She had thought about turning down the job offer, but then it had occurred to her that this might be the only way to get QC back into Oliver's hands. She had deleted her employment file before the new boss had interviewed all employees, so he had no idea about her IT knowledge.

So for the last two months Felicity had been working for Daniel Miller – and hated it more and more each day. He treated her like his personal property, dressed her down in front of clients, even when it wasn't her fault and he got grabby when they were alone in the office.

With Oliver as CEO the office had been one of Felicity's favorite places to be, now it was a struggle for her to get up in the morning and go to work. She had tried to change the way she dressed, but when she had worn pants one morning, Miller had given her a warning letter for improper business attire. But she could take a lot and the thought of getting Oliver back as her boss helped her to get through each day.

Oliver and Diggle had no idea about any of this, since they had enough problems of their own. After the attack of Slade's army Starling City had become even more unsafe than after the disaster in the Glades. Nobody trusted anybody anymore, the crime rate was up by 20%, gun shops sprouted up at every corner and every self defence class was crowded, making Oliver's job all that much more difficult, especially coupled with his worries about Thea. There was no time for the problems of a blonde IT girl.

Diggle wasn't much better off. He had surprisingly found himself the father of a six-year-old boy, whose existence his ex-wife Lyla had kept a secret from him, and now he had to try and build a father-son-relationship between himself and Bryan.

Felicity checked her reflection in the mirror of the elevator taking her up to the executive floor. Soe wore a buttoned-up blouse and a pencil skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, since Miller thought that would be a more professional look. All female employees at QC had to wear the same hairstyle. When the elevator door opened, Felicity took a deep breath. Just another day to survive and maybe it would bring some useful information. The things she had put together already weren't enough yet to get QC away from Daniel Miller. Shortly before Slade's takeover, Felicity had managed to divert a part of QC's profit and had asked Walter Steele to invest it lucratively. Walter had been astonished at the sum of 400.000 $, but Felicity had lied and told him something about an inheritance. Yes, she knew that it was a fraud, but she had foreseen Oliver's ruin and she hadn't wanted him to end up completely pennyless. For a former billionaire, 400.000 $ weren't all that much, but it was a start, especially since it had grown to just about 1 million. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough yet to buy back a company like QC. Right now the price for QC counted in the billions, but Felicity was prepared to find even the smallest loop-hole to get enough money for Oliver to get back into QC.

Daniel Miller was at his desk when Felicity came into the office. She regarded him for a moment; he wasn't bad looking and had definitely no problems winning women over. He was tall, well-built and tanned, with blond hair and a toothpaste-commercial smile. A cold shiver raced down Felicity's spine every time he looked at her. With a wave of his fingers he beckoned her into his office. Felicity's hands started to cramp. Reluctantly she got up and went over, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Mr. Miller, what can I do for you?"

Miller looked her up and down. "Nice outfit you're wearing today, Ms Smoak, but a little to buttoned-up for my taste," he said, getting up and coming closer to her. Felicity swallowed hard when his hands worked on the top two buttons of her blouse. Once he had opened them, Miller took a step back and regarded her again. "That's much better. Now we can talk about the meetings for today. Oh, and I also need you to accompany me to a function this evening."

Felicity looked at him disbelievingly. ""Mr. Miller, that's not possible, I already have plans for this evening."

Abruptly, Miller's expression darkened and he took a step closer. "Ms. Smoak, I think you are not aware just how many women in this company would be more than happy to have your job. So you'd better cancel your plans and be at my side for this function. I know that you have performed this service for Mr. Queen more than once."

"Yes, Mr. Miller," Felicity replied through clenched teeth.

A smile appeared on Miller's lips and his hand wandered to her cheek. "Good. I'm glad that I have such a loyal and beautiful assistant. You may go now – oh, and don't forget my coffee."

Felicity nodded silently and left the office.

Her heart was hammering as she leaned against the closed stall door in the ladies restroom – the only place where she felt safe. Come on, Felicity, you're doing this for Oliver, just stay strong, it's not that bad, she told herself, suppressing the wave of nausea that rose in her throat when she remembered how Miller had unbuttoned her blouse.

The remainder of the morning was quiet. Three meetings were scheduled, but she was needed for only one of them, so she had enough time to concentrate on her research. QC's revenues had gone down drastically during the last month, although the level of incoming orders had remained the same. Felicity plugged in her USB drive and transferred the information to it, so that she could take a closer look at home.

A look at her watch told her that it was time for her lunch break. Diggle would be here to pick her up any minute. Felicity got up, buttoned her blouse again and slipped into her jacket.

"Felicity, what do you think you're doing?" she heard a voice that once again sent a shiver through her body and made her freeze.

"Did I give you permission to close those buttons again?"

Felicity shook her head, unable to say anything.

"In that case it shouldn't be a problem to open them again," Miller said with a lascivious look.

With trembling hands Felicity reached for the first button.

"Can I help you?" Miller's voice came again, this time much friendlier and almost smarmy.

"I have an appointment with Ms Smoak."

Felicity turned around and found Diggle glaring at Miller. Miller nodded and looked over to Felicity.

"Ms Smoak, I expect you back here in exactly one hour, not a minute later. We have a couple of important meetings this afternoon."

"Yes, Mr. Miller."

Diggle placed a hand protectively on Felicity's back before turning around to Daniel Miller again.