"Chloe Sullivan, The Daily Planet. Do you not think Queen Industries is contributing to the state of our climate by using non-reusable sources of energy like coal, oil and gas?" she assertively asked with perfect fluidity.
"Of course I think it is, but that's where I, the new CEO of the company come in. This company has been moulded to old fashioned methods of working and it's high time the situation changed. Millions of dollars have been invested in research to find clean sources of energy. We will be using nuclear fusion of hydrogen molecules to generate energy from water, which makes up almost eighty percent of the world. The heat needed for this to be carried out is top secret, and we all know a little competition is healthy for companies; after all, complacency is the downfall to any goal, is it not?"
Damn it, she thought he'd stuff up. Chloe decided to pull out another jab at him.
"Sullivan again. You've been the 'new CEO' for a good few months now, what physical changes are the public going to witness and how will this be carried out?"
She couldn't help but bite her lip confidently.
"Well during these months, my trusted members and I have been relentlessly working and planning the future of Queen Industries. These changes will be revolutionary and the dates for the published plans will be available in two weeks" he replied with a quizzical smile, noticing the fiery blonde's attempt to trip him up.
A beady looking man took over the mic and announced the end of the conference.
"What do you have Clark?" she asked her best friend.
"Nothing! Oliver Queen is a very well spoken man, despite his notorious play boy label", he replied with frustration.
"I bet he's choking on the silver spoons his parents left him", she muttered bitterly, which was very unlike the Chloe everyone knew and loved.
"How about you switch your X-Ray swag on and find the blue print of Queen's new plans?" Chloe asked hopefully, knowing fully well the virtuous young man would respond with a "I'm not going to use my powers to gain a story", followed by tuts of disapproval.
"I thought I'd ask you first, just in case. But it's okay…I'll save our bacon by other means", she spoke, "I'm not the only pig Kahn's about to slaughter here."
Having mastered search engines by the age of fourteen, Chloe needed a few taps and clicks before numerous pages of information about Oliver Queen appeared on her screen.
Parents' death, private education, inherited fortune, unwanted job, stranded on a desert island.
"Two years is a lot" she said to herself, "I'm going to find out how he survived that long."
He was last seen in the waters of the South Pacific, where his own body guard betrayed him and sailed off with his quarter of a million dollar yacht.
'Bummer', Chloe thought to herself.
Although she tried her best looking for any clues as to what he did there, Chloe did not find a single trace of the events that took place between 1998 and 2000.
"Hi, this is Lois Lane from the Inquisitor here. I'd like to book a personal interview with Oliver Queen."