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It had been easy, Oliver's lawyers had worked some magic and gotten his company back in a months time. Dig had come back immediately, and so had most of the staff. In the month it took to get his company back, something had changed with Felicity, and so when the time came for her to resume her post, she hadn't. Oliver did his best to hide his disappointment but Dig knew the truth. He saw how Oliver looked over to the empty chair where his go to girl used to sit. He also noticed the forlorn look that occupied his face more and more... Dig did his best to stay out of it, but into week three he couldn't hold his peace anymore.
"Something is missing around here, isn't it Oliver." Dig said plainly.
"No need to beat around the bush, we both know what is missing," Oliver replied.
"Why don't you call her?" Dig asked.
"I have, she didn't call back." Oliver replied
Dig sighed, he hated getting in their business but he was loosing his temper with Oliver.
"I could lie to you Oliver, and tell you I don't know why she isn't calling you back, but we both know better than that. . . You shouldn't of played with her like you did. She's an amazing woman, one that followed you into the darkest, most dangerous situation that for most isn't even imaginable. . . And then when we got out the other side, well, you told her you both really "sold" it. At first I thought it was true, you were just playing a part, but after seeing you mope around, staring like an abandoned puppy at her chair, well you are still really "selling" it." Dig stared at Oliver sternly as he saw his brain process each word, and with that he left Oliver to his own thoughts.
Oliver sat there staring at Felicity's chair thinking. "Did he love her? Is this what love felt like?" He knew he missed her and he knew he wanted her to come back to work. He missed her babbling and her cravings for belly burger. He just plain missed Felicity. He wished she would come back to him. As he thought there to himself he suddenly found himself moving. He got on his motorcycle and rode to her apartment. He was nervous, his breath caught in his chest as he climbed the stairs to her apartment.
When he was just about to knock, the door suddenly opened. There was Felicity standing right in front of him. "How did you. . ." he started but before he could finish, she quickly replied "There is a tracker in you shoe. . . remember me, bitch with wi-fi? Come on in Olie."
She had the upperhand, something was different in their interactions, it was as if she wasn't the doting school girl anymore but instead his equal.
"What's up Oliver?" she said as she sauntered back to the couch. It was then that he noticed her state of undress and the glass of wine in her hand. She was wearing a tank top and very short shorts, that made him nervous. He ran his hand through his hair, "I hadn't really thought that far yet, Felicity, Dig suggested I stop by and say hello." Oliver fudged his was through.
Felicity laughed, "All brawn and no brains tonight aren't you Oliver.". She handed him her very full glass of wine, and went to the kitchen to get another. "Well since you seem to not know why you are here, I was just about to watch a movie, so if you want, sit down and watch with me.
