Wow so holidays were crazy and I just got to focus long enough to put a chapter together. I would like to take a moment and thank everyone who read and commented! I loved your feedback and opinions! As far as this new chapter, I wasn't sure about this idea, but it just wouldn't go away, so I put it together and here goes…

It always amazed Felicity how quickly one's mood could change. One minute just fine, doing her job, or one of the two that she currently held, humming a tune that had been stuck in her head most of the day, and the next moment more annoyed than she could express. It was bad enough that she had to see Isabel Rochev in passing, now the woman was in Felicity's space…behind her desk…messing with her computer?

Felicity cleared her throat loudly, her irritation skyrocketing when Isabel straightened and looked down her nose, as if Felicity was beneath her. God she hated this woman.

"Umm…excuse me. What are you doing?"

Isabel crossed her slender arms over her stomach, her whole posture screamed 'better than you' and it caused a severe frown to tug at Felicity's mouth.

"Just making sure that Oliver was aware of the meeting this evening. I was simply going to ask his secretary if it was on his agenda, but she wasn't at her desk. I assumed she was off doing something other than the job she was hired for, so I figured I would check myself."

Felicity white knuckled the file folders in her hands and tried to count backwards from ten to calm her rising temper. She got to seven.

"Is that so? How did that go for you?" She asked, knowing that her computer was protected just in case someone wanted to snoop while she was out. By the frown on pretty Isabel's face, she hadn't been able to access it. Not surprising.

Felicity walked over to the desk and dropped the folders on it then walked around and jerked the chair out from under the desk. Isabel had thankfully moved around the desk, her arms once again crossed, her foot tapping as if waiting. Felicity glanced up, an innocent expression on her face.

"Why don't I check on that for you when I get a chance? I'll just email you to let you know whether or not Mr. Queen will be attending that meeting." The emphasis on 'Mr. Queen' didn't go unnoticed by Isobel. Her eyes narrowed, but she turned and strode out.

"You and I need to have a conversation." Felicity declared as she burst into Oliver's office.

Oliver and his client looked up. His eyebrows rose slightly, noticing Felicity's flushed cheeks and blazing eyes. It took a lot to get Felicity this riled up, but right now was just not a good time to have to deal with anything.

"Felicity, as you can see I'm in a meeting. Can this wait?" He urged her silently to agree that the matter could wait and walk out. However, she apparently wasn't having any of it.

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Queen, this cannot wait." She turned to his client and placed her hand on his shoulder as if already guiding him out of the office. "Sir, if you don't mind waiting. Mr. Queen will be with you in just a moment."

And just like that Felicity cleared his office, barely missing the man's suit jacket as she shut the door. Oliver stood, smoothed his own blazer, his lips thinning as he met Felicity's heated gaze.

"Is this Arrow business?" He asked quietly.

"NO. This isn't about…that. This is about your Russian lover thinking she has the right to help herself when she walks into my office!" Oliver's confusion must've been obvious, for Felicity continued. "You know it's bad enough that I have to deal with her, but when she thinks she can come in my office, try and get on my computer, then make accusations as if I'm not doing my job, she's crossed a line Oliver!"

He held his hand out to stop her from continuing. Her cheeks were pink, her hands propped on her hips that was covered by a hot pink skirt. He almost found himself admiring how attractive she was when she was angry. He cleared his throat, swiftly switching gears on his thoughts. He'd covered this before Christmas. A relationship or attraction between himself and Felicity was never going to happen.

"Felicity" He had to call her name sternly, because she'd started ranting once more. He waited until she looked directly at him. "I'm sorry that she upset you-"

"Upset me? You think this is what it's about? You think I'm griping to you, because she hurt my feelings? That's not it at all!"

"That's not what I said-"

"Then what are you trying to say, Oliver?"

"If you would let me finish…" He gave her a pointed look. She huffed out a breath, but thankfully didn't say anything else. "I'll talk to her and ask her-"

"Oh no, you aren't going to talk to her. You know what…never mind. Forget I came in here, but do not ask me to deal with her again." Felicity turned to storm out. He didn't get it. She wanted him nowhere near Isabel frickin Rochev! Just the thought of the two of them irked her. She'd been dealing fine with all of this until today. She'd come to work before and after Christmas, worked in the foundry at night with Oliver and had put it all behind her. Then the super model witch just sauntered into her office space and ruined her day.
Her arm was grabbed keeping her from walking out the door. Oliver had been across the room when she'd turned around; she'd only been three feet from the door. Sometimes she forgot how quick he was.

"Wait. Felicity, I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry it did." His eyes said he meant it, she glanced away. "Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you? I don't think it's whatever happened with Isabel or at least that's not all of it."

Her anger had been too swift, her frustration to tangible for it to have just happened a few moments ago. This seemed to Oliver as if it had been simmering for a while. It wasn't until she averted her gaze that he regretted asking. His jaw clenched when she shook her head.

"No, there is nothing else that I want to talk about with you. That was it. I don't want her thinking she can go through my stuff. Her sense of entitlement makes me nauseous and that's saying a lot seeing as I spend every day with Oliver Queen." He flinched mentally. He knew that she was just angry, but lashing out at him with comments like that wasn't something she usually did.

"What was your purpose by coming in here? What do you want me to do?" He gritted out, his anger an automatic defense against emotional hurt of any kind.

"I don't know. I just…I already hate her and seeing her snooping on my computer was a breaking point. I don't know what I expected you to do about it, I was just pissed off, I'm still pissed off, but like I said I have no idea what you could do about it." Right now she wanted out of this office. Looking at him was making one issue bleed into another and she didn't want to say anything that she would regret. He was already angry at her, pushing him on something he couldn't give wouldn't help this issue.

"Do you hate Isabel for her sense of entitlement or for something else?" The question was out there, and he hadn't meant for it to be. Felicity's eyes flared then narrowed. Oliver felt his insides tighten as he realized the effect that question had on Felicity.

Felicity felt small, as if she didn't really matter. Her feelings for Oliver didn't matter to him. He'd made it clear that he wouldn't even consider being with her, now he'd thrown his night with Isabel up in her face. Oh he probably hadn't meant to, but that's what it had felt like to her. She pulled her arm from his grasp and he released her easily, his mouth opened and she seen the apologetic look in his eyes, but she cut him off.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off." It was something she usually didn't do, however her emotions were running high and she was once again on the verge of saying things that were better left unsaid. Things like "I love you", "I want you", "Why won't you let yourself love me?" Those things would remain a secret, her secret forever.
She pushed open the door, her eyes clouding with tears until she bit her lip and steeled her spine. She grabbed her small purse from behind her desk and cast the gentleman she'd kicked out of Oliver's office a quick glance.

"Mr. Queen is free, go right on in."

So what do you think? What do you want to see happen or more of? Again thanks so much for reading and don't forget to let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed this fiery chapter!