Oliver

"Miz Barker?!" I called out to the old woman.

"Yes, Mr Queen?" She replied, her eyes glued to her phone even though she was at work and her boss was speaking to her!

"Put Felicity Smoak on the line please," I asked through gritted teeth; I couldn't wait for her to go.

"Who?"

"Ms Smoak?" I was about done with this woman. "She came in here earlier for an interview."

"I don't have her number," she replied, not even looking up from her phone, not even checking to see if she had the number.

"You know what? You're fired!" That got her attention.

"But sir," she half-heartedly pleaded, "you don't have anyone else to be your assistant."

"Yes, I do. Now pack your things and go. I want you gone within the hour."

"Fine," she puffed. "It's your funeral."

"Wouldn't be my first," I muttered under my breath. I looked over my desk, my gaze snatching on Felicity's resume that she gave me. Her number would be on it. Time to put my plan into action. I just hoped she said yes.

Felicity

The buzzing of my phone interrupted my thoughts of the handsome Oliver Queen as I sat on my couch in my apartment.

"Hello?" I answered, wondering who would be calling me at 4 in the afternoon.

"Ms Smoak?" the voice sounded familiar.

"Yes," I replied cautiously.

"It's Oliver Queen." Oh, my thoughts made him call me! No of course not. What am I thinking?!

"Oh, yes, Mr Queen."

"I'm calling about the job position,"

"Of course you are! What else would you be calling about," I rambled on. "3, 2, 1…"

I could hear Oliver chuckle on his line. "Please, call me Oliver. Mr Queen was my father."

"Ok, Mr - Oliver," I stumbled.

"Anyway, about the job, apparently I can not offer you the position you prefer for a few weeks, but I have an idea," Oliver explained further, "How about you work as my personal assistant for the few weeks you would have no job. How does that sound?"

"Uh, well, I would be happy to be your assistant, Oliver," I said, almost too eagerly. I hoped it didn't sound like I was dying to have the chance to be around the cute guy all day, although I was.

"Well, cool," Oliver said. "When can you start?"

"I've got nothing else to do, so what about tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me. I just fired my secretary, so that would work well."

I gasped. "You fired your secretary just to give me a job?!" I exclaimed. I can't believe he would do that.

"Not exactly," he explained. "I have been meaning to fire that lazy-bum for weeks but I didn't because I didn't have a replacement that I like."

"Well, thank you, I guess," I flushed. "So you took the off-chance that I would accept your offer and fired your only assistant?"

"Pretty much," He chuckled. "So, could you come in around 8 tomorrow?"

"Sure," I replied, "see ya then!"

"Bye now," Oliver's deep voice rang out. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

Oliver

The loud music flooded the club as I looked around for Tommy and Thea. Over text, Tommy and I decided to meet each other at Verdant, and Thea had called to say that she was already there. I saw Thea sitting at the bar and I walked towards her. As I got closer, I noticed her leaning across the bar, talking to the bartender. It didn't take long for me to recognize Roy Harper as the guy my sister was talking too.

I had started training Roy a few months ago, and he still hasn't figured out that I'm the Arrow. It was for the best though; if Roy found out, who knew how long it would be before he let it slip in front of Thea. The last thing I needed was for my sister finding out my secret.

Although Thea was only 18, she was allowed in the club since she practically owned a third of it. While I was really busy starting as CEO and Tommy still recovering from his injuries, Thea stepped in and managed the club for us. Ever since then, she had been the third partner in this adventure of opening and running a club in the Glades.

"Hey, Speedy," I wrapped my arms around Thea's shoulders for a hug as I sat on an empty bar stool beside her. She leant back from the bar, turning and smiling at me.

"Hey Ollie," she said using my nickname.

I nodded to her boyfriend. "Roy."

He nodded back, "Oliver."

"You guys, your greetings are so different from us girls'!" Thea whacked me on the arm.

"And how do you usually greet your friends?"

"Hey girl!" Thea pretended, "long time no see! How ya been?"

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, although I'm not quite sure what about," I raised my hands in defeat.

Roy chuckled at our banter. "Oh, sibling fun," he sighed, "How I wish I had a brother or sister."

Thea reached over the bar again and patted Roy's arm. "Well, thankfully for me, I only have one brother - oh, wait, here comes my second."

Roy looked confused as he followed Thea's gaze to the guy walking towards us.

"Tommy!" I shouted out to my best friend. "Good to see yah! Long time no see!"

Thea rolled her eyes at me. I just grinned.

"Hiya!" Tommy greeted us, pressing a light kiss to Thea's cheek. She giggled. Roy looked suspiciously at Tommy, but Tommy didn't notice.

"Roy, this is my honorary brother, Tommy Merlyn," Thea made introductions, "and Tommy, this is my boyfriend, Roy Harper." Tommy's face looked slightly pained when Thea said he was her 'honorary brother', but he quickly hid it, pasting on a smile.

"Let's get some drinks!" Tommy exclaimed, motioning to another bartender nearby. "Roy, why don't you come around here and join us?"

"But my boss…" he stopped once he saw three cocked heads. "What?"

"You do know we all are your bosses?" Oliver questioned, grinning. Thea waved her hand.

"Come on, you," she said. Roy walked around the bar and claimed the stool next to Thea. Wrapping a hand around her waist, the foursome made idle conversation. Thea spoke up again. "Let's get some drinks!"

"Not so fast young lady," Tommy chided her. "You're not 21 yet."

"Fine, club soda," Thea faked a pout and gave her order to the bartender.

The easy conversation continued. As I looked around the club, my gaze searching for a pretty girl to hook up with tonight, I found myself picturing a blond-haired computer genius. What? I had met Felicity once and I was thinking about her? I shook my head slightly. I would see her tomorrow, at work, then I could figure out what these feelings were.

The elevator dinged at exactly 7:57 am the next morning. I knew that because I was glancing between the elevator and my watch since I arrived at work this morning. I was nervous about Ms Smoak's first day of work, and I wasn't even the one that was starting a new job!

Felicity walked out of the elevator wearing a blue flower-patterned skirt with a blue top to match, leaving a slight gap of her stomach exposed. She saw me and walked over to where I stood beside the door to my office.

"You look very nice today." She blushed at the compliment, averting her gaze for a moment.

"Thank you," she mumbled. "Should we get to it?"

"Lets," I extended my arm to the doorway, motioning for her to go first. I showed Felicity her desk which was is viewing distance from my own, and I was about to show her the computer, but she was already running her hands over the framework.

"This is an amazing computer!" she exclaimed, going on to comment on the type of it and whatnot - I'm not really into computer much, so I didn't really understand anything she was saying.

"Yeah, my last secretary insisted on getting the latest model, something about the faster internet or something?" I said when she stopped praising the computer.

"Oh, you don't need a newer computer to have faster internet," she babbled off again. Felicity caught herself. "I'm babbling again, aren't I?"

I nodded my head. "Yep," but I really didn't mind that much. She was cute when she talked about computers and whatnot.

I showed Ms Smoak around the rest of floor, making sure she knew where the break room was, and where the coffee was stashed. "I just want to make clear, I will do jobs that most assistants do but I have one condition," she stopped me in the hallway on the way back to my office. I nodded my head, urging her to continue. "I will not, ever, get you coffee. That is the one condition I have."

I chuckled. "You think this is funny?" Felicity demanded. "Because I'm deadly serious."

"I don't think your not,' I assured her, "I just…can I introduce you to someone?"

"But we're not done with our conversation," she looked slightly upset.

"Ms Smoak, this is Gerry, our assistant," I smiled as I motioned to the young man standing by the door to my office. "He will be getting us coffee and whatever else we need, so you don't have to do the hard, dirty work, no offence Gerry."

"No taken," he replied, pulling a notepad from his pocket. "Ms Smoak, may I ask what your usual coffee order is? Of course, if you decide you want something different at any time, you can just tell me."

I looked over to Felicity, whose mouth was hanging open, gaping at the man then at me. "Uh, it's a mocha latte with extra whip," she answered distractingly. "And please, call me Felicity."

"I'm hurt," I mock pouted, "you let Gerry call you Felicity but not me?"

"You can call me Felicity," she turned to me. "You really got an assistant just for me? I was supposed to be your assistant."

"Not exactly," I reminded her. "Gerry's our assistant."

Gerry started away with Felicity's coffee order, and I thanked him, "thank you, Gerry."

Felicity, still distracted, copied my words, "thank you, Gerry."

I smiled. Today was going to be quite amusing.

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