AN: Helloo! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my latest fanfic! I've had this idea in my head for a while now, so I hope you enjoy it. There is no specific update pattern for this story, and although the beginning is the same as in Arrow, the rest of the story is made up by yours truly ;) If some of the things don't add up according to the Arrow series, keep in mind that this is not entirely based on the story line. Oh, and I say this now so that I don't have to repeat myself in every chapter: I DO NOT OWN ARROW! (Even though I may have a slight obsession with it...) Enjoy! xx

Chapter 1

I sit at my small and sort of cluttered desk in Queen Consolidated's IT Department. All around me I hear typing, people laughing by the water-cooler and someone printing a report. Sure, it sounds boring, but to me this is heaven. Okay maybe not that great, but still. I love what I do and besides, they desperately need me here. Some of the people that work here are truly incompetent. Sometimes I wonder how they even made it here...

I work in silence, chewing on my red pen. As I'm typing I faintly register someone walking into the IT Department, but I ignore it. I briefly turn in my chair to find a certain file when suddenly I hear a deep masculine voice behind me.

"Felicity Smoak."

I quickly turn my head and come face to face with the sexiest man alive. In other words, Oliver Queen. I'm not entirely sure if he was voted 'sexiest man alive', but if not I'm sure it was a close second. Before he was reported missing and most likely dead, I wasn't too keen on him. Not that I've met him before, but the media made it pretty clear that he was a lady-killer. A boy with too much time and too much money. However, that is not the man standing in front of me. Oh yeah. And is still standing right in front of me...

"Hi, I'm Oliver Queen."

Oh believe me, I know...

"Of course. I know who you are, you're Mr Queen.", I say smiling.

"No, Mr Queen was my father."

I can see sadness in his eyes when he mentions his father. I try to look for words to console him with. Unfortunately my brain and mouth fail to make the connection.

"Right, but he's dead- I mean he drowned! But you didn't, which means that you could come down to the IT Department and listen to me babble, which will end...In three...two...one..."

Nice going Felicity, a snarky voice in my head tells me. Then, to my surprise, he smiles.

"I'm having some trouble with my computer and they told me that you were the person to come and see."

I silently thank Walter for sending this gorgeous man to me. I mean my desk. Not to me 'cause that would be creepy... Oliver then puts his laptop on my desk and my eyes go wide. The laptop is covered in bullet holes.

"I was at my coffee shop surfing the web and I spilled a latte on it."

Yeah right. Does your coffee shop happen to use bullets instead of sugar?

"Really?", I question.

"Yeah."

"Because these look like bullet holes."

"My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood."

I almost burst out laughing right there. It's so obvious that he's lying, but the question is why? What does he have to hide? I cock my head and blink. I'm not completely sure what he expects me to do with his bullet ridden laptop. He smiles again and I feel all my insides melt into a puddle.

"If there is anything that you can salvage from it, I would really appreciate it."

I nod. To my surprise, he actually sits next to me as I start fiddling with the laptop. Pretty soon I'm uploading what's left of the laptop's data to my computer. I open a file and a set of blueprints pop up.

"It looks like blueprints.", I say.

"Do you know what of?"

"The Exchange Building."

"Never heard of it."

"It's where the Unidac auction is scheduled to take place."

He gives me this 'huh?' look, and it's actually kind of sexy... But seriously?! Why is he asking me all these questions? Isn't this supposed to be his laptop?

"I thought you said this was your laptop?", I ask him.

"Yes...", Oliver answers nodding.

He's lying. Again. And doing a pretty lousy job at it, and coming from me that's saying something. Oliver Queen might be the sexiest man alive, but he better cut the crap with me.

"Look, I don't want to get in the middle of some Shakespearean-family-drama-thing..."

His expression remains blank.

"What?", he asks. He's completely clueless.

"Mr Steele marrying your mom."

Still nothing.

"Claudius, Gertrude...Hamlet?"

"I didn't study Shakespear at any of the four schools that I dropped out of."

I raise my eyebrows at him. I'm not sure whether to be horrified or impressed. I decide to drop the matter.

"Mr Steele is trying to buy Unidac Industries. And you've got a company laptop associated with one of the guys he's competing against."

"Floyd Lawton.", he answers immediately.

This makes me reach a new level of confusion. Who is Floyd Lawton? Why does Oliver think it's his laptop? He sounds so sure of himself. And he just indirectly admitted to this not being his laptop. Ha!

"No, Warren Patel. Who's Floyd Lawton?"

"He is an employee of Mr Patel, evidently."

And you know this, how? I decide that it's better if I just leave him to it. I really don't want to get in the middle of this whole situation.

"If you want I could put all this on a USB for you?"

"Thanks, I'd appreciate it if you could."

We sit in a somewhat awkward silence as I transfer the files to the USB. Once I'm done I hand it to him.

"Thank you, Felicity. You're remarkable."

I feel the heat spread through my cheeks.

"Thank you for remarking on it.", I reply and smile.

He turns to leave and I watch him leave. Just before he reaches the door, he turns to look at he. I blush at the fact that I was caught staring, but I hold his gaze. He smiles a bright smile and leaves, leaving me stunned. I just met Oliver Queen. And he smiled at me. Wow, he has the best smile. However, this was not the smile I see on TV. That one is his fake smile for the press. This one was a whole new story. To be honest, I'm surprised by it. I can sense that it's a rare smile. The thought makes me feel honored to have seen it.

The rest of the day goes by without anymore surprises. However, I can't stop thinking about a certain billionaire. Not the normal fantasies about kissing him breathless and running my hand through his hair. Okay, maybe just a bit of that... But I can't stop thinking about him and that stupid laptop. I just can't wrap my head around it. At six o'clock I start shutting down my computers and gathering my stuff. I shrug on my black blazer and put my bag over my shoulder. As I exit QC a biting wind blows, seeping through my blazer and into my bones. It looks like winter will be coming soon and it will not be merciful. Great. I pull my blazer tighter around myself and walk through the parking lot to my red Mini Cooper. As I'm driving home, my phone starts to ring. I'm not usually someone who takes a call while driving, but I answer anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hey Lis! Where are you?"

It's my best friend Amy. She and I met in college at MIT and immediately clicked. We had a mutual weirdness, so to speak. We had our differences, such as her being a very loud and outgoing person. She was also drop-dead gorgeous, which I'm not. She has pale skin and long copper coloured hair with green eyes. She probably has an Irish heritage. When we first met I envied her good looks. I still do sometimes, but I never dwell on it.

"I'm on my way home, why?"

"Well I've been waiting for, like, forever! I'm helping you get ready for my early bachelorette party, remember?"

Shit. I completely forgot about that. Yeah, she's getting married but only in a few months. She claimed that she couldn't wait that long for a bachelorette party, so she's having one tonight. I still can't believe I let her talk me into this. Short dresses, deafening music and alcohol isn't exactly my scene...

"Uhm..."

I hear her sigh on the other end.

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Oh my gosh, Amy I'm so sorry. It's just with all that's been going on at work..."

"It's okay, I understand. I figured you might forget, which is why I'm here early."

"I really appreciate it , but I didn't even buy a dress-"

"Which is why I bought you one!", she interrupts happily.

My eyes go wide.

"Amy...what did you do?", I ask nervously.

"Oh nothing. I just made sure that you'll be noticed. Knowing you, you would've come in a knee length loose dress and we can't have that, can we?"

"Nope.", I say through gritted teeth.

I pull up in front of my apartment and see her car parked outside. I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. When I enter I don't see her immediately.

"Amy?", I call out.

"Lis! You're here!"

She comes out of my bedroom, already dressed and groomed. Her copper hair is curled and hangs just above her waist. She's wearing a white strapless cocktail dress. It's tight and very short and I almost feel uncomfortable looking at it. What does she have in store for me?

"Okay, go jump in the shower while I get my curling iron going."

Once I'm done in the shower I quickly dry my hair and let Amy do the rest. She gets to work on my hair. She curls my hair and lets it hang loose in long elegant curls. I trade my glasses for contact lenses. Next she focuses on my make-up. She applies a bit of foundation and makes my eyes look smokey. She then applies tan coloured lipstick onto my lips and uses blush to make my cheekbones look more defined. She then disappears for a moment, not allowing me to look in the mirror just yet, before returning with the dress. My jaw drops.

She reveals a short and tight-looking dark green cocktail dress. It's strapless with a sweetheart neckline. Bordering the neckline are a couple of daintly jewels, sparkling as the light shines upon it. I put it on and see that it reaches mid-thigh. Not too short...right? Next she helps me put on the black stiletto heels she bought me, since I can't exactly bend over in this dress. I'm really going to have to buy her an expensive wedding gift. She leads me towards a mirror and I gasp audibly. I hardly recognise myself. I was a bit sceptical about the tan coloured lipstick but the natural colour looks good with the smokey eyes, balancing the weight of the make-up.

I beam at her and she returns the same elated smile. I leave to get the rest of my things. Her phone starts ringing. I hear her talk worriedly to the person on the phone.

"Hey Lis, I'm so sorry but I have to leave now! One of the bartenders called with a vodka emergency so I've got to help him out. I'll text you the address and see you there okay?"

"'Kay, see you there. Thanks so much for this, I owe you one!"

She leaves and I search for my clutch, trying not to bend over too much as I reach for it. I give myself one more look in the mirror and head out. As I'm driving I check the address she gave me. That's weird. I know she said it was in the Glades, but this address she sent me looks completely unfamiliar. Oh well. Amy has her quirks.

I drive in silence for a while, before I pull up in front of a warehouse. I don't see anyone else around and it's completely dark. I hesitantly turn off the engine and get out of my car. I slowly walk towards the warehouse, trying not to fall in my heels. The door squeaks as I open it and I carefully peer inside.

"Amy?", I call out.

I know it's a stupid thing to do. It's what all the cliche horror-movie girls do, but this is supposed to be an abandoned warehouse, right? My voice echoes through the big and open space. I creep further into the building, my heels click-clacking on the cement floor. I pull out my phone to call Amy. Is this some sort of joke? As I'm about to place the call, someone roughly grabs me from behind. I try to scream or make some kind of sound, but the person is covering my mouth. As I'm being dragged along, my phone falls to the ground, shattering. My heart thumps in my chest. What is going on?

AN: Wow... long chapter... I hope it didn't suck too much. The rest of my evil plot will unravel later... So if you liked it, please let me know. Leave me a little surprise in the Review box... I love surprises...(hint hint). I also appreciate follows and favs just as much! Don't be shy ;p

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(PS, Please check out my other Arrow fanfic: You Are My Happy Place. Now complete!)