A/N: Thank you for the overwhelming response. I think this is the most follows I have had from Chapter 1. I never intended this to be a one-shot. Hopefully I don't fall short of expectations in the following chapters. I rewrote this chapter three times until I was satisfied with the result so I actually have three versions of chapter 2. I will probably incorporate some in future chapters.

Oh, and I'm bring Tommy Merlyn into this story. For this storyline, he never died in the Undertaking….

As usual, I don't own anything.


SPOTLIGHT

Chapter 2

"You go girl!" Tommy Merlyn high fived her as he suddenly appeared before her, launching himself on her side table almost knocking down the computer screen in the process.

"Thomas Merlyn I swear, one of this days…..what are you doing here anyway?" She asked him suspiciously.

Tommy smirked, "I just wanted to see what all of the fuss suddenly was all about." He grabbed Felicity by the shoulders leaning in and examining her like she was a specimen of science that greatly interested him. "Nope, I don't see it," he finished dramatically letting go of her.

"…what?" Felicity asked him flustered. Although she was never into Tommy, he was still a guy, and he was leaning in too close for comfort. He was a good looking billionaire who any other girl would probably willingly drop her panties at a seconds' notice for. She was entitled to feel a little flustered.

Tommy leaned in again this time grabbing her chin, tilting it left and right, then leaning in even closer to look into her eyes, "I suppose it could be the eyes and the whole librarian look," Tommy said, his breath on her face.

"What's going on here?" A voice that was definitely sounding pissed bordering on a growl interrupted them.

"Oh hey Ollie," Tommy greeted jumping off the table but not put out at all at his friends' obvious anger, "can you believe our girl has turned into quite the sensation overnight?"

Oliver couldn't understand his inner rage hearing his oldest and dearest friend call Felicity, 'our' girl, she was 'his' not theirs, no matter how close Tommy and he was.

Tommy continued grinning at both Felicity and Oliver, totally aware of the tension he was creating, "last night I was at Verdant and I heard some of the guys just go on and on about an article they had read, it turns out it was all about our very dear Felicity here. You know Lissy," Tommy had gotten to shortening her name that way, "Ollie and I know these guys, we grew up with them," he ribbed Felicity's shoulder, "single, good looking, billionaires…sounds familiar? Interested? I could easily set you up if you're up to it."

"Fe_li_ci_ty is not going out with any of our so called friends Tommy," Oliver all but screamed it at Tommy.

"Why don't we ask the lady?" Tommy baited Oliver. He after all knew his friend was head over heels in love with Felicity, who wouldn't be. If Oliver had not shown his hand early on, Tommy would have gone after Felicity himself. Oh Oliver never flat out admitted it, but Tommy knew Oliver enough to know there were a whole lot of little things that gave his friend away. And it was moments like this that Tommy lived for, baiting Oliver about Felicity, no doubt about it. Tommy looked forward to the next few days, weeks, months even. Felicity was going to be fought over, no doubt. And he had a front row seat to finally getting Oliver to openly admit his feelings for Felicity.

"Ok guys, I'm actually right here. And Merlyn, thanks for the matchmaking, but really between baby-sitting the both of you, I've reach my quota of billionaire brats," batting her eyes at Tommy. She always had a playful and carefree relationship with Tommy, sort of like a brother-sister thing with him.

"Is there anything other reason you are here at an hour you are usually still in bed Tommy or did you get up specially early today just to piss me off," Oliver glowered at Tommy.

"Hey, you hurt my feelings buddy. I'm especially sensitive in the morning," Tommy sulked.

"Merlyn!" Felicity interrupted Tommy's dramatics, "Oliver and I would love to stay and chat with you this morning but Oliver has a meeting in a few minutes he had to prepare for."

Tommy clapped his hands, "oh great, that means you are free then Lissy. Why don't I take you to lunch then."

"Tommy, its 10 in the morning!" Felicity said exasperated at him.

Oliver had disappeared inside his office a few minutes ago, presumably to get ready for his first meeting of the day but came strolling back out, "do you…"

"Right here," Felicity handed him the reports he was looking for.

"Oh my God, the article was correct. You guys truly are so synced, you manage to finish each other's sentences now," they had all but forgotten Tommy was still with them.

"Tommy I swear!" Oliver started.

"Fine, fine. I know when I'm unwanted. I will leave you two alone. But I will see you tonight, both of you, for dinner. I mean it, I miss my best friends. No standing me up," he leaned in and kissed Felicity in the cheek before Felicity and Oliver could both react and all but ran to the elevator.

Oliver shook his head at the antics of his best friend and turned to something beyond Felicity frowning.

Felicity followed his line of sight, and spotted the row of flowers that she had set to the side. "Oh, I got more flowers this morning," she told Oliver with a pained expression on her face.

Oliver raised a brow, "from The Tatler and QC's PR group again? I think we'll have to look into our PR teams' spending budget."

"Oh….they're not from them," Felicity answered Oliver, trying to defend the PR team.

"From whom then?" Oliver moved a few steps forward tilting his head at Felicity.

Felicity glanced back at the flowers, three bouquets in total this morning. "Actually, one is anonymous and two are from people I have never met or at least I think I've never met, Mark Casey and Jason Miller."

Oliver frowned, the names of the two guys she mentioned were familiar to him. They didn't belong to Tommy and his circle, but they belonged to the billionaire boys club too. Casey was heir to a publishing/broadcasting company and Miller was heir to a hotel chain operating across Starling and Central. Oliver took the last steps until he was within touching distance of the bouquets.

"You've never met Mark and Jason?" Oliver turned back to Felicity.

"Nope," said the P with a pop, "unless it was in one of those fundraisers we attend together, but I think I would remember them if I did meet them. It's not everyday you meet billionaire brats," Felicity shrugged in her seat unaware of the tension within Oliver.

Oliver's only response was a grunt.

Felicity swiveled in her seat, "Oliver," gesturing to her watch, "your meeting?"

Oliver took a few seconds before he nodded and turned to Felicity, "you are joining the meeting. My mother requested that you sit in."

"Oliver…." Felicity started.

"Felicity, we have to go now or we will be late. You put together this brief anyway, you're more familiar with this. You'll take point on this," Oliver said holding out his hand to Felicity.


"That unexpectedly went well," Moira Queen said after the guests were ushered out of the Board Room. "Ms. Smoak, according to my son it was you who putting together the brief that we just used. Credit must be given to you then."

"Oh," Felicity responded flustered. "Thank you but really it's my job, so I'm just doing what's expected."

Moira raised a brow, "Well then, good job Ms. Smoak. Walter was right, you are an asset to QC." Glancing for a few seconds at Oliver then back to Felicity, "we are having a family dinner on Friday, why don't you join us Ms. Smoak. It will just be Walter, Thea and of course Oliver, you will be there son right?"

"That would…." sneaking a glance at Oliver and seeing that he was looking at her with an unreadable expression, "…..be my pleasure, Mrs. Queen."

"Ms. Jones of PR informed me that a news channel wanted to do an interview on you? I hope you put in a few good words about QC," Moira gave her a short tentative smile.

Felicity blushed, "oh off course Mrs. Queen, you can count on it."

"Well then, I will see you by Friday then," Moira stood up and left the Board Room.

"Doing TV interviews now?" Oliver shook his head as he stood from his chair.

Felicity stood up too, "it wasn't my idea. I just work here and do as instructed."

Oliver was already at the Board Room door but took a few steps back to until he was a foot apart from her, "when will that be."

Felicity looked up at Oliver, "umm…in two days, this Thursday. I was cleared for the afternoon off."

Oliver nodded then put a hand on her shoulder, "I have to run. I have a lunch meeting with our finance team."

"Good luck with that," Felicity nudged Oliver in the chest, "don't fall asleep." She grinned one last time at Oliver before she left the Board Room to go back to her work place.


"Thank god you're here Digg, I'm so hungry I could actually eat you," Felicity joked at Diggle.

Diggle dropped the brown paper bags containing the Big Belly Burgers. Glancing at the flowers on the desk of Felicity, "someone has a lot of admirers."

Felicity grimaced and blushed, "you think?"

"Lyla read and re-read your write up more than ten times yesterday, she actually read each word out loud to me last night," Digg rolled his eyes, "but that article is right, you are smoking hot in your photos. Maybe modeling is your calling."

"Haha, did I tell you about the photo shoot….," she was interrupted by a ring of the office phone, she held a finger up to Digg.

"Office of Mr. Queen, Felicity Smoak speaking, can I help you?" Felicity recited automatically.

"Ms. Felicity Smoak, yes you can. This is Jason Miller. I know we've never met before and I wouldn't want to assume that you've heard of me. But, I would like to get to know you. I'm an old fashion kind of guy. I'd like to ask you a question in person."

The moment Felicity heard the man on the phone say his name she froze. He was one of them who sent her a bouquet flowers, one of them young bachelor billionaires. And he wanted to ask her a question, wasn't that interesting?

The elevator dinged and a blond haired blue eyed impeccably dressed young man who dramatically pressed a button on his phone to end a call he made walked toward her smiling.

"It's nice to finally meet you Ms. Smoak, you look even more stunning in person. I'm really sorry to just drop in like this," he extended his hand out, "Jason Miller."

'Felicity Smoak," Felicity blurted out then blushed.

"Well Ms. Smoak, as I said I wanted to ask you a question in person," Jason smirked.

Both Jason and Felicity turned to the person who coughed to attract their attention.

"Oh sorry, this is Mr. Diggle. Mr. Diggle is Mr. Queen's head of security," she rolled her eyes at Diggle before turning her attention back to Jason.

Jason nodded his head to Diggle, "pleased to make you acquaintance then Mr. Diggle. Oliver not around?" Jason looked around to search for his friend.

"Not right now, Mr. Queen is in meeting in another floor, would you want us to let him know you're here?" Digg asked Jason.

Jason shook his head vehemently, "no need, it wasn't really Oliver I came here to see," eying Diggle for a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Felicity. "I hope you got the flowers I sent over earlier?"

Felicity was still blushing but managed to say, "yes, thank you by the way."

"And since I came here to ask you a question, I might as well do the asking. I hope you won't find me to forward but, would you like to go to dinner with me?"


That's it for Chapter 2, hope you love it. Comments and reviews are very welcome please.