His Girl Friday

Office Politics

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Summary: She never expected to jump when called for. A series of Olicity office stories.

Note: So, that Arrow writers found it fit to give me an excuse to start a whole new series of Olicity stories. Felicity as the assistant to Oliver's CEO filled me with so many Olicity feels and just in time. This new change up is just ripe with goodness of the olicity variety. Chapter 2 up by the end of the week, I hope. Considering this is a new-new idea I don;t have anything outlined, but my head is swarming with ideas...and I have two full days free of work and school coming up.

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"Yes, Mr. Queen." Felicity gritted her teeth as she pushed her way through the double glass doors, folding her hands in front of her as she waited for Mr. Queen.

"Yes, you." Isabel pointed at her, gesturing for her to come.

Felicity felt a slow simmer of anger start in her stomach and start to rise toward her face in a pink flush. She graduated magna cum laude from MIT, she wrote one of the best security platforms in the private sector, and she'd successfully hacked into every last domestic government agency.

"Get me a double soy latte—hot, no foam." Isabel turned back to the file she was reading.

Felicity narrowed her eyes, grilling Oliver silently. This was exactly what she told him she was not going to be.

"Won't you be having anything, Oliver?" Isabel asked.

"Oh, I'm already up to my shoulders in hot water." Oliver said with a slight shake of his head, and an apologetic look towards Felicity.

"Oh Mr. Queen, are you quite sure?" Felicity asked, "Don't hesitate to come to me for anything you may need. It is my pleasure to service you."

For a stark, painful moment Felicity was town between bubbling infuriation at waiting on the pinched face brunette, and flaring embarrassment at not only dropping the sexual innuendo, but doing it in front of her.

"I'm fine, thank you." Oliver said, glancing her way with a slight smile while he adjusted the blue tie at his neck. "Perhaps later?"

"That's all then." Isabel said, raising her hand. "You can go, Felicia."

Felicity opened her mouth to correct her, but bit down hard on her lip to stop from doing something that would really, genuinely make Oliver regret having made her his assistant.

Oliver cleared his throat at his desk.

"Felicity," he said quietly to Isabel. "Thank you, Felicity."

"Whatever." Isabel said in a low murmur, "I don't care. Much in the same way I don't care for your methods, or arrogance, Oliver."

Felicity turned on her heel, hoping that Oliver heard her frustration in every last click. She missed her office, she missed her computers, and she missed not being treated like a dog running at the whistle.

"So, she's a full service assistant."

Felicity overheard Isabel remark to Oliver as she walked away.

"It's good to know where all that money we aren't making is going to."

Let's see what you think about all that money when I hack into your personal banking account and siphon the funds into a Hood the Hero campaign, and make it look like it went to the Bolden Brassieres strip club.

Felicity strode down the hall, still feeling the anger blaze. This was the one aspect she had hated most about her job, the bosses who felt that she was below them, even when she was repairing their computers, or setting up their security systems.

I miss my computer. It had been much better company, and it never dropped snide comments.

Felicity walked into the café, and all the chatter in the room slowed to a quiet mumble before dead silence. It was also nice to feel like a leper to her co-workers. She sighed, looking around the room as everyone stared at her. If she got this kind of reaction for merely being Oliver Queen's assistant, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be his girlfriend.

Different problem for a different day.

Holding her head high, she walked across the floor ignoring the hum of gossip from the other bodies in the room. She would be angry and embarrassed about a lot of things in life, but the one thing she held no shame about was Oliver. God knew, sometimes he made her want to strangle him, but she was tired of this pariah business.

Did none of them realize, or care to consider that the same man they whispered about and degraded had saved every last one of their jobs?

"Hi." Felicity stopped at the counter, with a smile at the barista. "I'm—"

"Mr. Queen's secretary." The tall blonde boy nodded his head once. "What do you need?"

"I'm not—" Felicity's shoulders fell as she sighed. "Yeah, whatever…I need a…"

For a moment, her mind blanked. She considered messing up the order, or maybe encouraging young Adam to spit in the cup if he could be so kind…but no.

"A what?" he asked. "You okay, lady?"

"A double soy latte, no foam." Felicity said, "And I'll get back to you on that."

"Mr. Queen a hard guy to work for?" he asked as he worked on the drink. "You know secretaries drink for free, right? Fringe benefit."

"He's not what people think he is." Felicity said, waiting for the drink.

She took the cup, walking out of the café without elaborating.

This was all getting pretty old. If she wasn't fighting against the indignity of fetching coffee, and supplying bagels, she was fighting against these attitudes that she was the go-to girl for a demon.

She realized that between breaking Oliver's espresso machine, and filling her days with more opportunity than ever for Freudian slips, she had a new mission when she wasn't fetching coffee for Isabel.

If it was the last thing that she did, she was going to change people's opinions. It was bad enough that the police, the world was trying to turn the Hood into a scourge, but she wasn't going to let some suave, smarmy Politian and a smear-mongering media turn Oliver into a monster.

She pushed open the door into Oliver's office, and Isabel turned to look at her.

"Excuse me. This is a private meeting. You need to knock."

That is, if she wasn't arrested and thrown in prison for killing this woman.

"My apologies." Felicity said through gritted teeth. "Your coffee, Ms. Rochev?"

"Did you go all the way to Columbia?" Isabel asked, "Because it certainly took long enough."

Felicity was tempted to remind her that it was a good thing she didn't delay the wait any longer by knocking on the door.

"Isabel, please enjoy the coffee." Oliver said, standing up and smoothing out his jacket against his chest. "Please excuse me for just a minute."

"Oh, well it will be my pleasure to wait on you." Isabel replied dryly. "Take your time, after all this isn't costing the company anything."

Felicity walked out of the room, feeling Oliver's steady pace behind her.

Once they were out of sight of Isabel, she turned on her heel and pointed her finger at him angrily.

"So help me, Oliver, if you fake fire me—"

Oliver held a finger to his lips, silencing her. She was about to tell him she didn't like being shushed when he opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry." He said, resting his hand on the middle of her back as they hid out of Isabel's sight. "She's insufferable, and incredibly rude. You don't deserve to be treated like that, and I never would."

"You're a better person." Felicity said, struggling again to stay mad at him. "I'm still mad at you. Do you understand what an incredible waste this is, Oliver?"

"I know." He smiled down at her slightly, "You're making a huge sacrifice for me, Felicity. It means the world."

Damn him, she thought.

Oliver slipped her a file.

"These are her newest acquisitions. Find out anything you can, please."

"Okay." Felicity smiled, "You say please. You always say please."

"And you never let me down." Oliver's hand lingered on her back for a moment longer than necessary. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Crash and burn." Felicity told him with a small laugh. "Now, you can stop buttering me up. Get back in there."

"Felicity," Oliver cocked his head, a grin on his face as he looked her over. "I love spending my days with you."

"Not nearly as much as I enjoy…" Felicity lifted up the file, covering her face and cringing. "Please go."

Oliver laughed, "See you tonight."

Oliver, Felicity internalized a sigh as she turned and looked out into a hallway. So, maybe there were parts about the job that could make her blood boil, but she wouldn't trade being his girl Friday for anything in the world.