Chapter 1- The Proposition
Another day, another OLICITY fan fiction
What? I totally have to distract myself from the total heart break of them splitting up on the latest episode of ARROW
So here goes the pilot chapter, if there's enough feedback I shall continue to write.
If not then it's back to the drawing board
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"Come in" a voice commands
I step forward, I'm super nervous and I've already forgotten the speech I've rehearsed in my head a thousand times.
There he sits behind his big ass desk. Oliver Queen CEO of Queens Consolidated proclaimed billionaire and international playboy.
In all the years I've worked at QC this is only the second time I've had the pleasure of meeting him. I've been sent on behalf of the I.T department to present a case on why our budget should be increased.
I can already feel his beautiful blue eyes ogling my librarian like attire, at one point I'm sure I hear a slight snigger. I can feel my cheeks flushing as I wait for him to address me
"Please sit" he commands
I do as I'm told perching myself at the edge of the seat opposite to him. I glance down at my intertwined fingers, avoiding eye contact at all costs
"Miss Smoak from the I.T department I presume?"
"That's me" I croak
"Great and your here to speak about increasing the budget for the I.T department?"
"Yeah I'm apparently now the I.T department's mascot" I murmur
He sniggers and straightens the heap of papers that are in front of him
"How long have you worked here, this is the first time I've seen you?"
I stop for a second and try to catch my breath, Oliver Queen is asking about me? This is seriously unexpected
"I've worked here for three years now, straight from graduating at M.I.T and that's probably because you don't have a whole lot to do with the I.T department"
His eyes are filled with intrigue, maybe I over stepped the mark.
"I like to think that I show interest in all aspects of QC and as for the budget for your department consider it increased" he grins. Wow he has a nice smile
"But my speech.." I mumble
"Won't be necessary.. If you do me a favor"
A favor? What the hell could Oliver Queen want from me?
"If you don't mind me saying Miss Smoak, you have a very distinct look going off here" His eyes drop from my head to my toe and once again I'm flushing
"It's perfect for an upcoming event I've been invited to"
"And what would that be?" I croak
"Well I have a weekend away coming up with a shit load of investors, it's important that I impress them for the future of this company and that means sending out a good impression. At the moment admittedly I'm not portrayed in the best of lights by the press as I'm sure you're aware of. The investors want to see a more grown up Oliver Queen, that means a steady girlfriend and I think you're the perfect candidate"
I choke a little and realize I'm now sweating.
"Yo-You're asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"No" he sniggers "I'm asking you to pretend to be my girlfriend for one weekend only"
"Why me?" I mumble
"You dress homely, you're intelligent and from what I gather you have a good knowledge of the company"
"I don't know i…"
"Miss Smoak, I'm not asking you to decide right now, I'll give you time to consider my offer and of course I would pay you"
"Pay me? You make me sound like a hooker" my mouth is hung open and I'm slightly offended
His smile is now wide and toothy
"Think of it as a business trip"
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"He asked you to do what?" Sara grins
Sara and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember and now were roommates, I can't imagine my life without her in it. We know each other inside out.
"He asked me to be his girlfriend, for one weekend only. Something about changing his image to attract investors"
"Why haven't you said yes yet?" Sara squeals shoving a coffee cup into my hand
"Because this whole situation is completely insane, no one in their right mind would believe Oliver Queen would date a girl like me"
"Your been ridiculous Lissy, he wouldn't have asked you if he didn't see you fit for the job"
"He called my dress sense homely Sara, what does that even mean?" I mumble
Sara lets out a small giggle
"I think homely is a good thing and on the bright side of things it's the polar opposite to hooker"
"You have a point" I say with a mouth full of cookies
"So is that a yes" Sara grins, her best puppy dog eyes in tact
"Yes" I giggle admitting defeat
"I'll let him know tomorrow"
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