Felicity POV

Her day started out as every typical Wednesday started, not knowing that the events that unfolded today would change her life forever.

I awoke to the constant beeping of my alarm clock going off. Reaching over to turn it off, I accidentally knock my glasses off of my night stand and hear them clatter on to the ground "Frack" I mutter to myself.

After siting up in bed, I reach down for my glasses and find that when I knocked them onto the floor I cracked one of the lenses and popped the other one out of the frame "Double frack" I groan. Not how I wanted my day to start. 'Thank Google I still have a pair of contacts' I think to myself.

Sighing heavily, I wish that I could just crawl back under the covers because I already know that today is going to suck. But instead I get up and head to my bathroom to get ready for work. After a quick shower, I dry my hair and instead of putting it up in my normal go-to ponytail I decide to leave it down in its naturally curly state but have it swept to one side over my shoulder. Once I put my contacts in, I apply on some light make-up then exit my bathroom to go get dressed. After a quick look through my closet I decide to go with a light pink button down shirt, my gray pencil skirt and a pair of smoky gray heels.

Once dressed, I look over at the clock and notice that I am running a little bit late this morning already and decided that I will forgo breakfast and coffee at home and just grab something from the coffee shop near QC.

After making the short drive to work I pull into the large underground parking lot and park in my normal spot. I gather my purse and lock my car, then make my way to the elevator and take it to the main floor. After exiting the elevator I head across the lobby to exit the building and once outside I quickly head across the street to the coffee shop.

"Hey Felicity, looking good this morning girl. I love what you did with your hair today and you should ware your contacts more often too, you look great without your glasses. Its like a whole new you. Want your usual this morning?" Amaya said from behind the counter as I entered the coffee shop. Amaya Richards has been working at the Jitters coffee house for several years and she was one of the first people I became friends with when I moved to Starling City almost a year ago.

Blushing slightly I say "Thanks, I think. I'm only waring my contacts because I broke my glasses this morning. I don't ware them often because after staring a computer screens for a long period of time they start to bother my eyes. As for the hair, I decided to just go with something different today. And yeah, the usual please."

"Either way, its looks good on you. See ya later girl" Amaya says as I exit.

With a large, triple-shot latte and a blueberry muffing in hand I make my way back across the street to QC. Once back inside I go through security and say hi to the guard on duty. "Good morning Adam, how are you today?" "I'm doing great Ms. Smoak and you" Adam says. "I'm good and what have I told you, please call me Felicity" I say with a smile and laugh as I head to the Elevators. Adam Weston has been working security at QC for over 46 years and was nearing retirement.

After exiting on the 13 floor I head to the IT department and settle into my little cubical in the very back of the department. I don't really mind being all the way in the back. Its quieter back here where all the servers are located and plus it gives me quicker access to them to do my work and complete control of the thermostat.

Once I set my stuff down, I fire up my babies and check my work email. I have several messages from various departments regarding IT issues ranging from a printer jam (seriously, that's a maintenance issue, not IT) to not being able to open an email message or their computer is not working right (probably full of viruses, probably from opening virus filled email messages from porn sites. I get that too many time to be remotely funny) looking over at my coffee and thinking that maybe I should have gotten the extra large or just called in sick and stayed in bed all day (but I would never do that). "It's going to be a long day" I groan to myself.

An hour in to work and I have two of the IT issues resolved. Taking a moment to stretch before I start on then next idiotic issue, I am startled for a second when Mr. Micheals steps up to my desk. Mr. John Micheals has been the head of QC's IT department for 10 years running and was one of the people who facilitated my recruitment strait out of MIT.

"Good morning Mr. Micheals, is there anything I can help you with this morning?" I ask with a little too much energy in my voice. Darn triple-shot coffee. "Morning Ms. Smoak. I actual came down to tell you that Mr. Queen would like to speak to you." Mr. Micheals says. A trill of fear runs through me. Why does Mr. Queen need to speak to me? Did I do something wrong? I have not hacked into anything important...recently that is. Am I being fired?

"Are you ok Ms. Smoak? You look kind of pale." Mr. Micheals asks with concern lacing his voice. "Di-did Mr. Queen says why he needed to speak to me?" I ask. "No, he just said that he wished to speak to you this morning. You should probably head up there now, Mr. Queen does not like to be kept waiting." Mr. Micheals says before turning and leaving. Breathing out a shaky, nervous breath I gather my tablet and make my way out of the IT department and head for the elevators.

I have never actually met Mr. Queen in person. My recruitment and sequential hiring was handled by Mr. Micheals and a Mr. Steele. Mr. Walter Steele is the current CFO of QC, but at the time that I was recruited he stepped into Mr. Queens shoes (so to speak, and I never really understood that phrase) during my interview because Mr. Queen was out of town at the time. Hence the reason why I have yet to meet Mr. Queen himself. I have seen Mr. Steele a few times since I started here at QC and he always seems very friendly, not at all showing the stiff upper-lip or posh attitude that the British are know for.

After taking the elevator up to the executive floor, I exit the elevator and turn left and head towards

Mr. Queen's office. I notice that his doors are closed and that he is in a meeting with someone, but I can only see the back of their head. "Can I help you?" someone asks. I turn to see who I can only guess is Mr. Queen's EA looking right at me with a skeptical look. "Yes, sorry. I was told by my supervisor that Mr. Queen wished to speak to me." I say as polity as I can, even though I would like to wipe her snide look of her face. "Name?" Ms. Snippy asks. "Umm Felicity Smoak" I say. After Ms. Snippy (Who's real name is Amanda Amerson according to the name plate on her desk, but it like Ms. Snippy) types on her computer for a moment, she looks back up at me and says "Mr. Queen is currently in a meeting, but when he is done I will inform him that you are here to meet with him. You can have a seat while you wait"

Sighing, I say "Ok". Just as I was about to turn to head to the waiting area outside Mr. Queens office, I am stopped by the sounding of a low whistle. Turning to see where it came from, I see an extremely good looking man sitting right where I was about to go and sit.