When the elevator opened Felicity followed Mr. Queen towards his desk, a desk he really didn't need. It was now painfully obvious Mr. Queen, and herself, had no real purpose at Queen Consolidated. At all. His presence in his family's company was just a way to keep him out of trouble.
"Do you need something?" he asked, it wasn't in an impolite way, well for the most part, but she could tell he wanted to talk to Mr. Diggle. Alone.
Felicity handed him a few pieces of paper that she'd taken notes on. She didn't know what else she was supposed to do during that "meeting", or if she was supposed to do anything at all. As much as she had researched before moving to Starling, she neglected to find out what she was supposed to do as Mr. Queen's assistant. There was no paper that needed filing, meetings that needed scheduling, there was only coffee needing to be fetched, which pissed Felicity off. There was literally no reason for Oliver Queen to need an assistant. Or to work at Queen Consolidated.
He took the notes and looked curiously down at them. "I took notes for you," Felicity said in answer to his unspoken question. "Not that I thought you couldn't have taken your own notes. I know you're more than capable… of taking notes. Not… I wasn't just calling you stupid because you dropped out of four colleges or because you got a D in tenth grade algebra… I wasn't calling you stupid at all! I just meant… the island… and… transitions…" She was amazed her and her fat mouth hadn't already told Mr. Queen why she was really here.
"How do you know all that," he asked with a frown.
"Know what?" Shit.
"That I dropped out of college four times?"
"It's online. I, uh, researched you first." It wasn't a lie, she did do research. A lot of it.
"Must have dug pretty deep," Mr. Diggle said.
She laughed nervously, "I wanted to make sure my boss wasn't a serial killer or anything." Stop. Talking.
Mr. Queen smirked, at the irony probably, yet still looked skeptical, he didn't say anything, though; he just looked down at the unneeded notes.
As much as she needed to stop talking, she needed to keep talking, just about something else. "I may be overstepping, I probably am, but if your mother wants you to take responsibility why don't you do something you like."
He looked up from the papers; he looked semi-interested, "Like what?"
"Both you and I have no purpose here, you know that right?" She needed to make sure he understood that before she continued.
He nodded. "I'm very aware I have no purpose here. Which also makes you useless."
She knew she was useless here, but the way he said it made her sound like a waste of space.
"You mother is trying to ease you into business, right? That's one of the reasons she made you take this job, but why not get into a business you know?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"Again, I may be overstepping, feel free to tell me to shut up at any time, no, really tell me to shut up and I will," she said quickly. "But, before the island you spent a lot of time partying. Feel free to tell me off at any point. But why not open a bar? Or a night club? Or a strip club? You know those businesses." She closed her eyes and wished she would have left out strip club. But if Felicity had to work for him she didn't want to be here doing absolutely nothing all day.
"Opening a night club won't convince my mother that I'm ready for responsibility, it will only convince her that I'm still an irresponsible college dropout," Oliver said flatly, his eyes met hers.
"But she has a point," Mr. Diggle said from behind her, causing her to jump, she'd forgotten he was there. "You could make use of your fathers run down steel factory." Felicity glanced sideways at Mr. Diggle, she couldn't help thinking that there was a hidden meaning behind what he'd said. The steel factory was probably where the Hood went to play dress up. "I could see a night club there. You definitely have the money to make it happen."
Mr. Queen looked convinced. If the steel factory really was where his 'lair' was, then the club could be an alibi, it wouldn't be weird if Oliver Queen was constantly there; he'd be starting a business. "I'll think about it." He looked like his mind was already made up, though. And Felicity wasn't sure if she should be excited that she wouldn't be fetching him coffee anymore or if she should be scared of Waller and her reaction to Felicity's suggestion.
As much as Felicity hated sitting here being a waste of talent, she didn't want to get fired from A.R.G.U.S. either.
"If, of course, you do happen to open said night club, I know a certain blonde who would be unemployed and in need of a job," Felicity said with an uneasy smile.
Oliver looked her up and down, his gaze lingered far too long on her legs. She shifted uncomfortably under his scrutinizing gaze. "You don't look like the type."
Felicity scoffed, then tried to hide it. Her secretary facade was actually working? There was no way in hell Oliver Queen thought she was some coffee fetching blonde who'd get on her knees whenever her boss told her to. There was no way she convinced him. And if she had, she should have majored in drama, not computer science.
Mr. Queen raised a questioning brow at her.
"I used to be a bartender in college," she lied.
Mr. Queen nodded, "I think I'm better off in my family's company for right now, Ms. Smoak. But I'm not making a decision today."
The harshness in his voice told Felicity that the conversation was over, she headed back to her desk, and for the rest of the day she switched from reading about Queen Consolidated's history on her computer to watching Mr. Queen and Mr. Diggle talk. Mr. Diggle was defiantly in on Oliver Queen's secret. That she was sure of, there was no way Mr. Diggle didn't know. There was also no way she wasn't going to follow Mr. Queen tonight. She needed to make sure she knew where he spent his nights playing dress up before she did anything else.
