Company Cooperation

Chapter 1:

„Miss Smoak, would you get me and Mister Wayne some coffee, please," Oliver asked Felicity, and he knew she hated it.

"Oh, I am sorry, Mister Queen, but the coffee machine still hasn't been repaired, " the blonde EA said innocently, shrugging her shoulders.

Oh, how she hated this job. How she hated always putting up a fake smile and saying yes to everything, which of course she was not doing, but that didn't mean, she could not hate it.

She left the office and sat down at her desk. Maybe she could hack into Wayne Enterprise's servers, you never knew who you were doing business with these days. And it didn't hurt to check.

Okay, so maybe it wouldn't look so good if the other company found out that she was hacking into their systems, but she was bored. She'd blame Oliver, not that she'd ever get caught.

An okay, Bruce Wayne seemed like a great guy, who donated millions to charity each year. But if Felicity had learned anything from working with Oliver it was that nobody was who they seemed to be.

Maybe that would apply to the handsome billionaire in the office next door, too. She was talking about Bruce Wayne, not Oliver. Since she already knew what he hid from the world.

The IT girl had to admit, she was extremely curious, she loved digging up dirt on other people.

It's not like she would use it... most of the time.

"Miss Smoak," she heard her boss call her. It was weird not being called Felicity by Oliver, just as it was weird calling him Mister Queen.

She stood up and walked back in, "What can I do for you, Mister Queen," she asked with a perfectly fake smile.

"Could you please forward the files we discussed earlier to my computer and get a copy for Mister Wayne?"

"Of course, I'll be right back," she answered trough her teeth, continuing to smile.

"Thank you, Felicity, that'll be all," he said.

The blonde raised an eyebrow as Oliver mentally cursed himself for slipping and calling her by her first name.

Hopefully Wayne wouldn't notice. Or wouldn't care. It was bad enough that the entire company was thinking, that the CEO and his assistant were sleeping together, it didn't have to travel outside the walls of Queen consolidated.

Felicity left the office once again, quickly taking her tablet, sending the files to Oliver's computer and getting a copy for Mister Wayne.

She hadn't been gone thirty seconds, when she returned, handed the papers to dark haired man and left again, excusing herself.

The discussion between the two men didn't last much longer.

"You have a pretty capable secretary there, Mister Queen," Wayne said at the end of their conversation.

Oliver smiled, "Yes, I am well aware."

His voice was cold, he knew Wayne's reputation of being a womanizer. And he most certainly did not want him trying anything funny on Felicity.

"I am in town for another two nights, why don't you and your lovely assistant let me invite you for a couple of drinks tonight?", the other man asked with a charming smile on his lips.

Oliver took a moment to consider. It would be a good way to strengthen the connections between Queen Consolidated and Wayne Enterprise, but he didn't want Felicity anywhere near this playboy.

A compromise had to suffice, "I'd be happy to join you, however I can't speak for my employee. I would have to ask her."

"Wonderful, I will call you later to confirm," Wayne said, shaking Oliver's hand.

"I will see you out," he said, guiding the man to the elevators, taking him to the front of the building, where the billionaire got into his car, driven by a white haired man, who looked like he was in his sixties.

"I'll see you tonight, Mister Queen, and don't forget to ask Miss Smoak to join us."

And with that he was gone.

Finally, if you asked Oliver. This guy was just so annoying.

When he got back upstairs, Felicity was anxiously waiting for him.

"Oliver, I just got a really weird email. Maybe it's spam, I'm not sure."

"What is it?", he asked, as he got behind her desk and she opened the email.

Dear Miss Smoak,
It was a real pleasure meeting you today.
I truly hope you will be joining us this evening with Mr. Queen.
Respectfully,
B. Wayne

Oliver grunted. That sneaky little... he had clearly realized, that Oliver hadn't been about to ask Felicity.

"Is this real?", his assistant asked him wide-eyed.

"Yes, Wayne invited us for some drinks tonight. You don't have to go, don't worry," he said, hoping she'd just leave it at this.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I'm coming," the blonde exclaimed cheerfully. You never knew, just what you could find out about a person by spending some time with them. And if there was alcohol it would be even better. Somehow she felt like there was more to Bruce Wayne than met the eye.

Oliver however was definitely not very happy seeing Felicity type a quick answer and sending it to the billionaire playboy.

He would have to keep a close eye on her, after all, you could never be too careful when it came to rich people. Himself excluded. Obviously, right?

To be continued...

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