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With an uneasy feeling Felicity drove to the gala – as promised in her own car. Daniel Miller had wanted them to arrive together, but she had managed to find an excuse.

How much she would have loved to spend the evening with her friends instead. In the last few weeks she hadn't had a chance to spend much time with Oliver. She missed him and her heart ached at the fact that she could only work half the day with him.

Felicity straightened her long black evening dress before entering the gala. Daniel Miller stood at the entrance, talking to three women. As soon as he spotted her, he turned away from them and came over.

"Felicity, good that you're here, you look incredible," he said, her fingers stroking the skin showing in the neckline of her dress. Felicity pressed her lips together at the unwanted contact. Miller placed his hand on her back and led her into the room. The IT girl looked around and spotted an old business acquaintance of Oliver's, Thomas Andrews of Andrews & Partners, who walked straight over to her.

"Ms. Smoak, how nice to see you here," the elderly man said with a friendly smile.

"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Andrews," Felicity answered.

"How is Oliver? It's a pity things turned out the way they did. He was a very good CEO and he had the perfect assistant in you."

"Thanks, Mr. Andrews, I'm honored to her that. Unfortunately I cannot tell you how Oliver is doing. I haven't seen him for a while." Felicity hated having to lie, but Daniel Miller couldn't find out that she was still in contact with Oliver; that would have raised far too many questions.

Daniel Miller watched Andrews with an eagle eye, clearly displeased that he showed so much interest in Felicity.

"Ms. Smoak is working for me now, Mr. Andrews, and I am glad that Mr. Queen agreed to let me have his incredible assistant," Miller said in a much too friendly tone, trying to divert the attention back to himself. "Please excuse us now, Felicity and I would like to get something to drink."

Miller pushed the blonde roughly towards the bar. "Felicity, I hope you know that I don't tolerate this kind of behavior."

Felicity gave her boss a concerned and slightly frightened look. "Mr. Miller, I'm your employee, not your property. Who I talk to and how friendly I am is still up to me."

Miller roughly grabbed her wrist and Felicity winced the immediate burning sensation created by the tight grip. "You're hurting me."

"I don't like to be contradicted, Felicity, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Felicity answered with a pained grimace.

The CEO let go of her wrist and put his hand on her hip instead. "Good. And now you'd better go home. I see a couple of ladies who have more to offer than you do. I'll see you tomorrow."

Felicity didn't answer. As if in a trance she left the building and got into her Mini Cooper, her body all but collapsing behind the wheel, tears running down her face. It was just too much, she had tried to be strong, telling herself over and over that she was doing it all for Oliver, the man she loved, but it was so difficult. Miller disgusted her and his attacks became increasingly aggressive. She looked down at her wrist, where a bruise was already beginning to show. Wiping the tears off her face, she started the car. She needed to check the data on her thumb drive as quickly as possible. The sooner she found a solution, the sooner she could get rid of Miller and his unwelcome advances.

As soon as she arrived, the IT girl sent a text message to Diggle, letting him know that she was safely home, leaving out the incident with Miller. Otherwise Diggle would be at her door in five minutes tops.

She took off her dress and jumped into the shower. It had become a ritual since she had started working for Miller, she couldn't stand the thought of his touches. The hot water washed away any thoughts of the man and cleared her mind. The perfect time to go through the documents on her thumb drive.

Felicity climbed into her bed, powered up the laptop and connected the USB stick. For the next couple of hours she went through every file, looking for any kind of clue or error somewhere, but everything seemed to be okay. "Damn," she cursed angrily. She had been so sure that she would finally find something, but each and every document she had checked had been clean – and yet the money was missing.

She had to find a solution. QC belonged to Oliver and he had to get it back, no matter how. But she asked herself how long she would still be able to keep her distance from Miller. Up to now it had only been words or casual touches. Today he had gone much farther and tonight he had actually hurt her. His words still echoed through Felicity's mind. Taking off her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. She definitely needed to get some sleep, it was already 3 o'clock and in less than three hours she would have to get up again, but she was just too shaken.

Oh, how much she would have loved to be with John and Lyla tonight…she had been so glad about the invitation. With Oliver no longer CEO they only saw each other at night, and then he was on patrol most of the time. There was no time to talk. On the one hand, Felicity was glad about that, since it saved her from Oliver's questions, but on the other hand she could really do with someone to lean on right now. She knew that Diggle was right, one word about Miller and Oliver would go after him with his bow. He'd walk through fire for her, but that wouldn't solve the problem, it would just take him one step further away from getting QC back, and she couldn't let that happen, it was the only thing he had left from his parents.

Yes, she loved him and even if she knew that his "I love you" had only been an act to fool Slade, she felt that there had also been a lot of truth in those words. Slowly she drifted off to sleep.

His hands were everywhere. She couldn't fight him, he was just too strong. "Oliver, help me, please," she cried out, but the only answer she got was distant laughter.

"Mr. Queen, the lady asks for you," she heard Miller's voice much closer. Behind him, she could see the silhouette of a man, who was leering down at her. Oliver, the man she loved, the man she trusted…but he did nothing to help her, he just laughed at her and let Miller continue.

"I told you, Miller, she's the perfect personal assistant, you couldn't have found anyone better," Oliver said, laughing.

"No, Oliver, how can you…I…I…love you and I trusted you with my life more than once. I'm doing all of this only for you. Oliiiiivvveeeerrrrr!"

Soaked in sweat, Felicity jerked upright in her bed, unconsciously clamping her hand around her by now thoroughly black and blue wrist. She looked at her alarm clock. 5:45 am. Thank God it was time to get up anyway, she wouldn't have been able to go back to sleep anyway. In her dream Oliver, one of the few persons she trusted at all and the one person she was going through all of this for, had betrayed her. Felicity wondered, if she would ever be able to close her eyes again.

She took a cold shower to banish the thoughts from her mind and then rummaged around in her wardrobe to find something suitable to conceal her bruised wrist. A long-sleeved black blouse should do the trick, combined with a knee-length pink skirt.