A/N: I forgot to add in the previous chapter that I do not own Arrow or anything Arrow related.
I'm very sorry this chapter was posted later than I promised. The memory stick all of my new stories were on crashed. I lost all of them and I had to rewrite this from scratch. It's funny how it was harder to rewrite chapter 2 than it was to write a fresh new chapter.
Ch 2 – Olivia Harper
Oliver closed up the club at 4:00am and collapsed in bed roughly half an hour later with thoughts of finding a club manager to handle the club since both he and Tommy now had more commitments to their respective father's companies now. He would mention it to Tommy this week because he couldn't possibly start work full time at QC in a few months and run the club. Besides the club was only open on Fridays and Saturdays, with a full time club manager that wasn't one of them, they could probably expand the operations of the club.
Somewhere in the middle of a particularly nightmarish dream about failing his business statistics class he was rudely awakened by water being poured on his face, causing him to spring awake and nearly murder his not so innocent little sister.
"Thea! What the hell?" Oliver's angry voiced bounced off the walls harshly.
"It's time to get up, you have a busy schedule ahead of you and you're already late for your first appointment." Thea chirped as she bounced on her feet in excitement.
Oliver glanced at his clock, 8:03am, "Speedy, I keep my Saturday and Sunday mornings appointment free because of the late nights at Verdant" he reminded her.
"I know but I need a full two days to turn you into a girl." She said happily. "I always wanted a sister."
Oliver rubbed his temple, what nonsense was she talking about now.
"Thea, I have no idea why you want to turn me into a girl or if I should be finding you a therapist but nothing, is more important than sleep right now." He said as he turned his back to her and tried to settle back into his bed. The pillow proved to be wet, so he chucked it at her and grabbed another pillow on the bed. He pulled his sheets and comforter up to cover himself and tried to get back to sleep though hopefully to a nicer dream this time.
The curtains in his room were suddenly flung open letting in bright rays of sunshine that were definitely not conducive to sleep.
"Thea," Oliver said warningly.
"I'm doing this for you." She responded as she sat down at the edge of his bed.
Yeap, it was definitely time to send his baby sister to a therapist, but not the same one they made him go to after his father's shooting. No, that man had done nothing to help him.
"Oliver please, this is a great idea. You'll get an A for sure." Thea pleaded with her brother.
"An A, what does this insane idea of yours have to do with my classes?" Oliver asked.
"Everything! You know you want to impress your advisor. He's the reason you got into this college." Thea responded.
"I know why I got into SCU." Oliver snapped at her. He didn't like being reminded of all the strings that Walter had to pull to get him into SCU, or the millions of dollars that his family had to donate to the school. There was a whole new business building at the school named after Robert Queen. Every time he had class, he had to go into the building. His first two years were filled with teachers that thought poorly of him and fellow students that called him the spoilt rich brat, of course none of them said that to his face. To prove them all wrong, he threw himself into his schoolwork even taking summer classes to get ahead. Those classes were the reason why he only had two classes in his final semester plus his final project.
"Your final project hasn't been approved yet." Thea reminded Oliver.
He glared at her. He was well aware of that. He had written five proposals so far and each one was rejected by his advisor. They were supposedly mediocre and each one came back with the same comment. 'Oliver Queen you are a man with numerous resources, develop a proposal that is deserving of the Queen family legacy.'
"I don't see how dressing up as a woman is deserving of the Queen family legacy?" Oliver remarked.
"Simple, you're going to go undercover in Queen Consolidated as a woman. The secretary for the IT department goes on maternity leave on Friday, so you'll start on Monday, as Olivia Harper, an intern who's studying for her business degree at SCU, that way you can take time off to go to your classes. You'll sort of be like an inside mole to know what staff really think of working at QC. Plus mom really likes the female aspect because she's touted Queen Consolidated as the best place for female executives to work, you can either prove her right or wrong."
"Wait you spoke to Walter and mom about this?" Oliver asked realising that his sister seemed to have thought through this idea of hers.
"Yes and they are fully on board." Thea chirped happily.
"I don't have a choice do I?" Oliver groaned knowing he had lost this battle.
"Nope," Thea said as she gave him her victory smile.
"I'm going to try this for three days, if it doesn't work, I'm finding something else to do." Oliver said stretching his right hand out towards his sister.
"Deal!" Thea said shaking Oliver's outstretched hand. "Now get dressed!" she ordered as she scurried out of his room.
Oliver came downstairs to find a flurry of activity in the drawing room. Several laptops were hooked up to a series of high tech devices all placed around a chair in the middle of the room.
"Welcome Mr. Queen," a short guy with thick rimmed glasses said. "Please take a seat on the chair, it will take about two hours to scan your face properly so that we can complete your mask to wear. Please look at that bulleseye we have set up, you must not move or you will have to start the scan over."
"Mask?" Oliver questioned.
"Yes your female face, Ollie. You certainly didn't think you could pull off being a woman with stubble all over your face!" Thea remarked sarcastically. "I already designed it; you'll be a normal 21 year old brunette with green eyes."
"Green eyes?" Oliver queried,
"Yes I don't want anything to trace back to you and those baby blues of yours can be quite distinctive so I got you green contacts."
Oliver sighed and sat in the chair and Thea picked up a video camera off of a table and started recording.
"What is that for?" Oliver asked horrified.
"To record your progress!" Thea answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You can include the video footage in your final presentation."
Oliver started to rub his temple before a tech swatted his hand away from his face and told him they were about to start the scan. He realised his sister was completely devoted to this crazy idea of hers and there seemed to be no way out of it. He had two hours to sit and think of an appropriate way for his annoying little sister to pay for this embarrassment.
When the scan was finished, he next met with a man from the theatre who would be developing a suit for him to wear under his clothes. The suit would give him breasts and wider hips. The man had promised that these features would make him look more feminine and the addition of some curves would balance out his wide shoulders. There was nothing they could do for his arms but cover it up with nice suit jackets. He would not be allowed to wear any plunging necklines either. He was told he had to dress for his figure, whatever that meant.
He was then taken into another room where he met a lady who was going to wax his legs.
"Thea, why do I have to wax my legs?" Oliver asked her.
"Your legs are the only asset I can emphasise. You have nice legs but you can't show them off with that hair on them." Thea said making a disgusted face as her right hand pointed to his legs. She then handed him one of his short pants that he used to train on his salmon ladder and told him to change and come back.
When he returned, he sat down on the chair and the lady smeared some hot wax on the outside of his left leg. It didn't hurt at all and he wondered why women always said waxing was painful. White strips were placed on the hot wax and then the lady suddenly pulled them off. The scream that left Oliver's mouth left Thea in giggles. Oliver glared at her.
"Is there any particular reason, I couldn't just shave my legs?" Oliver asked as he braced himself for the next strip.
"Yes, waxing will last much longer; I didn't think you would have time to shave those legs every day. You do have long legs Ollie." Thea responded.
Once the Oliver's legs were finished, his sister presented him with a selection of nail polish to wear during his charade. She told him she thought about giving him fake nails but they would have to go through too many of those and since it was cold outside he could always hide his hands in gloves when he was being Oliver Queen. She proceeded to show him how to paint his nails and he realised that she was having way more fun than him but it was nice to see his sister so happy.
After a long talk from Thea about business etiquette for women ,a visit from Walter ensuring him that everything had been arranged at QC for Olivia Harper to begin work and his mother stating how proud she was of him, he headed off to the club for another long night of business.
Sunday morning Oliver grudgingly got out of bed after only four hours of sleep. On today's agenda he would be learning to walk like girl, walk in high heels, sit like a girl, receive voice training to sound more feminine, and receive Thea's advice on wardrobe and how to dress. His suit and mask would also be ready by the end of the day, so the transformation into Olivia Harper would happen just before dinner.
After a very long day, Oliver stood in his bedroom with some very achy feet. High heels were painful and he wasn't even walking in six inch heels. Thea had only given him 1 inch to 4 inch heels to try because over 4 inches she thought he was too tall for a girl. He didn't even know how Thea had even been able to source shoes his side or feminine clothes that covered his shoulders but she had somehow done it. The mask (and the heavy 'handle with care' instruction manual) had arrived a few moments ago on a mannequin, along with the inner suit for him. It was the moment of truth; time to try everything on.
Oliver slipped into the nude colour suit that only covered from his butt up to his shoulders. It was sort of a full piece bathing suit with padding on the hips and bust. He was thankful he didn't need to wear a bra. He did not think his hands could bend behind his back like that. Besides Oliver Queen did not put bras on, he took them off!
Next he tried on one of the dresses and looked in the mirror. The dress was a deep green that stopped mid thigh on him with three quarter length sleeves. It was weird seeing his body in a dress and seeing curves where there were none before. In his younger days, had he seen a body like this, Ollie Queen would most certainly have tried to bed her.
He put on his mask, wig and contacts and called Thea in to see the final result. She smiled but then ran out of the room returning a minute later with her hand full of bags.
"We have to do your make up," Thea said excitedly, too excitedly if you asked Oliver.
He sat at the edge of the bed for over an hour as Thea fussed over his face. He now understood what took women so long to get ready. There were just so many extra steps; they had to do their legs, their nails, their hair and their face. When Thea was finished, she pulled Oliver in front of the mirror.
"Ollie, meet Olivia Harper," she said proud of her work.
"You know Speedy, if you put this much effort into all your classes at SCU, you'll be graduating with a 4.0." Oliver commented as he looked at his reflection in the mirror and did not recognise the person staring back at him.
At 5:30am, his alarm went off reminding him it was time to get up and start getting dressed for work. The whole experience was very new to him. Thea had already laid out what he should wear on his first day of work and he was thankful that she had at least chosen one of the more modest outfits in his new wardrobe. He decided to eat breakfast first then get dressed.
Thea had selected a simple black suit with a plain white satin inner blouse and a knee length black pencil skirt paired with black pumps and black and white clip on earrings. Olivia was from the Glades, she couldn't have an expensive wardrobe so everything was simple yet elegant. His jewellery was all costume and clip on, since he was not piercing his ears for this, no matter how much Thea begged him.
His wig was jet black with straight hair that reached him to the middle of his back. He wanted a wig that would be easy for him to maintain and would not require him to give it any attention during the day. According to Thea, he had to report to duty in the HR department where he would receive orientation and then meet the secretary he would be replacing for some on the job training. They had agreed to drop him off two blocks before QC and he would walk the rest of the way to the building.
Oliver entered the QC lobby at 7:55am and he realised that if he didn't know where the HR department was located, the building would be very intimidating so he tried to act like a shy girl. He was going to ask some of the workers entering the building for directions to the HR department but the looks the men were sending him, made him reconsider this. He spotted an old security guard behind the desk that had glanced at him kindly and decided to approach him.
"Excuse me sir, I'm new here, can you direct me to the HR Department?" he asked him in his feminine voice.
"Sure Miss, that won't be a problem. Can you give me your name and what department you will be working in so I can record it in the log book?" The old guard asked
Oliver gave him the information and the guard was about to give him instructions, when he seemed to have come up with a better idea.
"Felicity," he called out to a blonde that had just entered into the lobby.
Oliver groaned internally. She was the trigger for his sister's new favourite pet project.
"Fred! Hi, how are you? Any word on your granddaughter yet?" She asked smiling up at Oliver in greeting.
"No not yet," he said sadly. "This is Olivia Harper, she'll be replacing Marie while she's on maternity leave. I know its above your floor but I was wondering if you could take her to HR and give her a general overview of where things are at?" he asked.
"Sure not a problem, anything for you Fred," Felicity said happily.
"Great, Olivia Harper," The guard said addressing Oliver, "This is Felicity Smoak, the nicest girl you'll meet in the building and she works in your department."
Felicity blushed at the compliment, "Don't listen to Fred, he's only trying to inflate my ego."
"I don't lie darling." He said to her.
"Its eight, let me clock in and I'll show her around." She said to Fred before turning to Oliver, "The elevators are this way, follow me."
On the way she passed a row of sensors and passed her badge over one. It blinked acknowledging her badge and Felicity continued on to the elevators.
"Those are the scanners. You have to scan your badge in every day so the system knows you're in the building. For the hourly paid workers like you, you head straight to the scanners as soon as you arrive because the accounting system is tied into that system and the payroll automatically works out how much you are to be paid based on the hours the system says you're here for." Felicity said as they joined the back of the line for the elevators.
"Sounds like a complicated system," Oliver said trying to ignore the looks people were giving him.
"Not really, I set it up. It works really well. What was complicated was setting up an interface for HR or Accounting staff to make adjustments for official work that happens outside of the QC building since you have to scan out once you leave the building."
The group in front of them people moved into an open elevator and this moved them to the front of the line. Two guys behind them interrupted their conversation.
"You're new here darling," a guy with brown curly hair said as he looked Oliver up and down. His blonde friend next to him then added, "Why don't you dump Smoak and ride with us alone in the elevator. I'm sure we can give you a fantastic welcome to Queen Consolidated."
"Ignore them." Felicity told Oliver. "They are from Marketing, on the 18th floor."
Oliver nodded. "We are on the 2nd and 3rd floors, they like to keep the IT gremlins as far from the top as they can, never mind that they probably can't do any work without us. Your desk is on the 3rd floor, the HR department is on the 17th, the cafeteria is on the 10th and the gym is on the 5th floor.
The elevator doors pinged open and they walked forward with the marketing guys and four other men. Felicity punched the button for 17th floor and then ignored the men that were so obviously checking Oliver out. The elevator stopped on the 6th floor and nobody moved to get out.
Felicity turned to Oliver, "This floor is accounts, this is where the accountantsare supposed to get out." She commented dryly before turning to glare at two guys who she swore had hearts in their eyes as they gazed at Olivia.
"Oh yes, right!" One of them jumped, hitting the other on the arm as they then tried exit the elevator as the doors were closing.
The elevator didn't stop again until the 17th floor, where they exited. She walked up to the secretary at a desk and introduced him to her. She then left him commenting that she would see him downstairs.
He took a seat on one of the chairs where they kept him waiting for half an hour before the secretary told him they were ready for Ms. Harper. He followed her passed the HR Manager's door labelled Mr. Garth Murry to an HR Officer in a cubicle who was supposed to be giving him an orientation. She was a woman of average height in her late forties with a few wrinkles and her grey hair was beginning to show at the roots. The woman looked Oliver over disdainfully and handed him a file full of information about QC and told him to go to the 3rd floor and report to Mr. Liam Russell, Manager of the IT department. Oliver was surprised that there wasn't more to the orientation but he stood up and went back to the elevators and headed to the 3rd floor.
The elevator doors opened, and two guys carrying a tower and a monitor nearly ran into him in their haste to get into the elevator.
"Sorry," they apologised, "These are for Ms. Rochev and she doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Before Oliver could respond, a short girl with curly blonde hair called out to him, "Olivia, hi, I'm Marie Watson, nice to meet you. You'll be doing my job while I'm gone. "
"Olivia Harper, nice to meet you too," He said walking over to her desk.
"Let me take you to meet Mr. Russell first and then I'll introduce you to the rest of the department." She said.
He nodded and followed her through a familiar path to Liam's office. She knocked once and entered.
"Hi Mr. Russell, this is Ms. Olivia Harper, she'll be holding on for me while I'm gone." Marie said to him.
Oliver watched as the man's eyes scanned his body, "Welcome," he said, "I can see you're going to be a great asset," his eyes dropping down to Oliver's chest area, "to this department."
"I am happy to be here," Oliver lied.
"Marie, show her around, get her a security badge and then settle her down at your desk."
Marie nodded and Oliver was very happy when he exited that office. He was introduced to his co-workers, who all seemed to be in awe of him. He finally reached the last cubicle which had Felicity seated behind her desk actively typing away. The flowers he had sent her were prominently displayed on her desk and it looked like she had been taking good care of them.
"Nice flowers," He commented to her.
"Thanks, they are pretty aren't they?" Felicity said with a fond smile which confused Oliver because he thought for sure she hated them.
"Yes, you must have done something really nice for your boyfriend," Oliver prodded.
"They are a thank you gift for computer work done." She said seriously making sure to emphasise that it was work related. "It's the first time anyone has ever actually thanked me for helping them with a computer problem."
Ah, he understood now. She appreciated that he wanted to say thank you, she just didn't approve of the way he said thank you.
"I've kind of grown accustomed to the flowers now." She confessed to him. "I think every week I'll buy some fresh flowers. This office could do with a little more colour." She then dropped her voice, "Don't tell anyone around here but that's a real crystal vase,"
Oliver laughed a deep throaty laugh that made everyone stare at him. He promptly snapped his mouth shut.
"Sorry,"
"Anyway, I need to show you what you'll be doing while I'm gone." Marie said and he followed her back to what was now his desk.
His role would be to take calls and transfer the requests to the technical staff. She advised him which staff to send which type of requests to. Anything very technical or requiring an immediate solution was to be sent to Felicity as she was the best IT person in the department. He also had to make sure the stationary supplies were sufficient for the department and manage Mr. Russell's appointments. It sounded simple enough to Oliver.
It was lunch time and Oliver sat uncomfortably at a table in the cafeteria with his new 'friends'. There were several men leering at him and it was freaking him out. He was accustomed to men looking at him with jealousy and envy, but these looks, he definitely wasn't accustomed to these. He knew exactly what those men wanted and exactly what they wanted to do to him and it made his blood crawl. The women were even freakier. Some were very catty and dismissive, not at all like the seductive, love sick looks he was accustomed to. Before he could charm a woman to do anything for him, but now he was the new girl who was freakishly tall. He made a mental note to wear flats for the rest of the week.
Marie was at his table along with three other secretaries, Melanie Blackwell who he had met when he was in the HR department, Carol Higgins, the Secretary for the Marketing department and Judy Dowell, the Secretary for the security department, these were her friends here, her inner circle as she called it and now he was a part of the circle.
It was actually the first time he had been to the cafeteria. Usually he went out to Table Salt or lunch was provided during meetings. It was larger than he thought it would be and had quite an assortment of food being offered. It was easier to find something to eat than he thought it would have been. He had chosen a bacon cheese burger which had the other women eyeing him distastefully as they had chosen salads to keep their figure intact.
The cafeteria was also very crowded but he easily spotted Felicity as she joined the back of the line to the grill. At least he wasn't the only 'girl' in the cafeteria that would not be eating a salad. He found himself very easily drawn to her and noticed every time she walked past his desk. He also couldn't help but admire her skirt.
"She was the first person you met?" Melanie asked noticing where he was looking.
"Yes," Oliver squeaked reaching for a sip of his water.
"I would stay away from her. She's an Oliver Queen has been." Carol said maliciously.
Oliver chocked on his water.
"A what?" he managed to get out.
"An Oliver Queen has been, as in Oliver Queen has been with her. One of his many one night stands."
Oliver eyes flicked between the women at the table, "Really?"
"Oh yeah, he was down in your department one day with a 'problem', and Felicity was apparently able to 'fix' the 'problem' if you know what I mean." Judy said making air quotations around the words problem and fix.
"I don't see how that means she had sex with him?" Oliver commented dryly.
"She got flowers, that's his modus operandi for his one night stands. He sends them flowers the next day." Carol said as if it were common knowledge.
He could have kicked himself at that moment. Why hadn't he realised how the flowers could have been interpreted by other members of staff. Perhaps he had done as much damage to her reputation as Felicity had suggested.
"Anyway, if you want to move up the food chain here, she's not a good friend to have. She's on the black list." Marie informed him.
"The black list?" Oliver asked again. He had never heard anything about a black list.
The women nodded but didn't expand upon the comment any further as a sudden noise of a food tray crashing to the ground drew everyone's attention to the scene unfolding in the middle of the cafeteria between Felicity and Isabelle.
"Watch where you're going next time!" Isabelle sneered at the blonde. He watched as Felicity flinched at the brunettes tone but then she drew herself together and apologised.
"Another reason to stay away from Felicity, Isabelle is jealous of any girl that gets Oliver Queen's attention and she's been giving Felicity hell since the flowers arrived." Judy told him.
"Why?" he asked. He wasn't aware that Isabelle knew Felicity at all.
"Because she is an Oliver Queen repeat,"
"Repeat?" he questioned rubbing his fingers together. The gossip mill in QC was far worse than he thought it was.
"He's been with her more than once. Most of us underlings here know this. Judy's even seen the footage in the Security department. And to make matters worse, Oliver Queen actually thinks no one in the building knows. It's so stupid, there are security cameras on every floor, in every room, including that storage cupboard on the executive floor they are so fond of. There is always someone watching in this place." Carol responded.
Oliver made a mental note to approach Felicity to erase all the footage of him and Isabelle, permanently.
After lunch, there were no IT emergencies and that gave him time to write a new project proposal for his advisor. He found that he was seeing things at the company with fresh eyes. He already saw a few things he wanted to change, starting with the way new employees received orientation. He wrote his goals and objectives for the project and what he hoped to achieve from it. He also included a chapter outline.
Oliver had never been so happy to leave QC before. He only had two things to do that afternoon, see his Professor and talk to Tommy about hiring a club manager for Verdant. It was when he exited the building that he realised that there would be no town car waiting for him. Olivia Harper was a college student on scholarship to SCU and she lived in the Glades. She did not own a car. He cringed when he realised he would have to take the bus to SCU.
He decided to present his proposal as Olivia Harper in case his advisor doubted that he could pull it off. He was standing outside his advisor's door and hoped another student was not there with him already, as it was his official office hours when any student with a problem could come and see him. Oliver knocked twice on the door.
"Come in," a deep voice said from the other side of the door.
"Hello Professor Maxwell, I'm here to submit my latest project proposal." Oliver said with his feminine voice. It was a small office with a small bookshelf in one corner full of business books. His professor was seated behind a normal size desk full of folders. There were two chairs in front of his desk, his computer was on and he appeared to be working on a handout for a lecture. His Professor was a short man with a small pot belly, a bald head and wire rim glasses. Oliver had seen him with a Santa hat and beard at the Queen Consolidated Christmas Party for Orphans as he handed out presents. He was a very jovial Santa but despite that, he thought his Professor's glare could scare anyone into submission.
His Professor eyed him wearily. "I am sorry miss, but I don't think you are one of the students assigned to me. If you visit the department's secretary she has a complete list of which students are assigned to which advisors."
Oliver smirked and held out his hand. "Olivia Harper, also known as, Oliver Queen." he said, changing back to his normal voice at the end of the sentence. He watched the surprise and confusion flicker across his Professor's face and he handed him his project proposal.
"The answer to your question is in there." Oliver said nodding to the proposal as he sat down.
He watched nervously as Professor Maxwell flipped the first page on his proposal and started reading. He also watched the dreaded red pen starting to leave scratches across his work. He was beginning to think that this idea wouldn't work either as the red pen continued to furiously make its way through his proposal. When Professor Maxwell was finished, he put the proposal down and eyed Oliver over the rim of his glasses.
"Mr. Queen, the typos in this proposal are atrocious, the formatting is off, I'm fairly sure your last paragraph is in a different font and your referencing is wrong. With each proposal you submit, your errors seem to get worse and worse. I strongly suggest you review the Chicago Manual of Style, the department guidebook for writing your final project and reread your work before you submit it because this looks like you wrote it in two hours and brought it straight here."
Oliver was flooded with disappointment but consoled himself with thoughts that he only had to be Olivia Harper for two more days. As he was getting up to leave, his Professor stopped him.
"The disguise is certainly convincing. Have you tested it out on anyone yet?" Professor Maxwell asked curiously.
"Yes sir, I started work today as the IT department's secretary."
"I see," the Professor said steepling his fingers in front of him. "How did that go?"
"Well I learned that the way we do orientation for new staff has to change, far more staff than I thought are disgruntled and never send flowers as a thank you for a job well done to a junior female member of staff." Oliver replied honestly. He also wanted to add that sleeping with Isabel, was quite possibly the worst mistake of his life but he didn't need to tarnish his Professor's view of him any further.
"This proposal is not exactly what I had in mind, but it is an interesting idea, and I'm curious to see where you go with this. I think you can learn a lot from this and develop into a fine businessman. I want a weekly report just to make sure this project keeps going in the right direction and if I don't like what I see, you will have to submit another project proposal."
"So it's approved?" Oliver asked hesitantly.
"I do not like to repeat myself; I expect to see you here next week Monday with your first week update and a revised, error free, proposal."
Oliver thanked his Professor and headed home with the first genuine smile on his face for the day. Of course, the smile slid off his face when he realised that the nearest bus stop to his home was two miles from the mansion and he was wearing four inch heels.
Thea spotted Tommy in the foyer talking to Raisa. She knew her brother had got home five minutes before and she spotted an opportunity to have some more fun at Oliver's expense.
"Hi Tommy," Thea greeted him.
"Well, if it isn't little miss sunshine, where is your grouch of a brother, he wanted to see me, something to do with Verdant he said?" Tommy asked.
"He's upstairs," Thea said and then to make it more interesting she leaned forward to Tommy and whispered, "with a girl, a tall brunette."
Tommy let out a deep belly laugh as Thea eyes twinkled and Raisa frowned at her.
"We both know your brother gave up that lifestyle, why are you trying to give me the false hope that the old Ollie has finally returned!" Tommy said to her seriously.
"Don't believe me, go upstairs and see for yourself," Thea goaded.
"This I got to see," Tommy said not believing Thea for a minute. He said a quick goodbye to Raisa, who was still giving Thea her very disapproving look. The younger Queen ignored her.
As Tommy started up the stairs in the foyer, Thea pulled out her cell phone and started videotaping as she followed him up the stairs. This would be priceless.
Tommy burst through the doors to find what appeared to be a naked Oliver with breasts. The wig was tossed on the bed, the high heels kicked off into a corner of the room and his working clothes were scattered on the floor. His mask had been carefully placed on a mannequin in his closet out of Tommy's sight.
"Oh Dear God!" Tommy exclaimed turning around in an attempt to pretend he had not just seen what he saw. This gave Thea a great view of his face and she couldn't control the laughter that erupted out of her.
Oliver immediately shouted at his sister and he looked around the room to see what he could use to cover himself with.
"Thea, why are you laughing? Your brother has become, become a ..." a pale faced Tommy couldn't complete the sentence before another thought hit him. "Is this why he gave up women because he wants to be one? Is he attracted to... men?"
Oliver sighed in frustration and ran his hands through his hair. "It's not what you think. Just let me get changed and I'll meet you in the TV room downstairs and explain everything to you. And Thea, turn that bloody thing off!"
Thea looped her arm through Tommy's and dragged the stunned billionaire out of the room. So far she was very pleased with the outcome of her little pet project and she was certainly looking forward to more. She and Tommy would definitely be planning a little trip to QC's IT department to visit Ms. Harper.
A/N: That's it for this chapter. I wanted to get Diggle in but he got pushed into the next chapter with Laurel and Sara.
Next chapter – Tommy and Thea visit Ms. Harper and Tommy hits on Felicity in front of Oliver repeatedly!