For a brief time in her life Felicity entertained the idea of becoming an actress. Her career choice always came back to computer sciences, though. So, her acting career had been set aside and put on a stand still. Until now.

Sure, she was technically "acting" like a personal assistant already, and it was working, but she was about to pull a stunt that would be Oscar worthy.

Last night her run in with the Hood had made her nervous, but also assured. She dismissed his "run away from me, not the man trying to hurt you", she couldn't see him hurting her. She could see him telling her to stay away in case she recognized him, but not because he would hurt her. At least that's what she wanted to believe. Today she wasn't going to be the nervous assistant. She knew what she was getting into now.

She rubbed her thumb against her forefinger, trying to relax herself. She was jittery, she was about to go from awkward EA to sultry EA in the span of a day. The elevator dinged and she stepped out. Her heels clicked loudly, but unlike before they weren't mocking her; they were encouraging her on. Felicity doubted Waller would consider her outfit as "work place friendly", but Felicity wasn't trying to be. She was trying to be distracting. Her tight blood red dress reached mid-thigh, at best. Her hem dipped just a few inches under her collarbone and most of her back was exposed, yet covered by the fake blond hair falling over her shoulders.

She strode confidently into Mr. Queen's office; he looked up from his phone slowly at the sound of her heels harassing the marble floor. His mouth went slack, he recovered quickly, though, which Felicity inwardly applauded him for. Mr. Diggle was leaning against the wall; his eyes flew to Mr. Queen.

Felicity beamed at them, "Good morning, Mr. Queen. Mr. Diggle." She walked right up to his desk and grinned.

"Ms. Smoak?" Mr. Queen asked, his eyes drifted downward before he could stop himself. She smiled wider.

"I was going to make a coffee run, but I thought I should double check with you two first." She paused, smiled, and continued, "Is black still fine? I really just need to get your regulars down. I know it's only my second day but I like being organized. Is black your regular, Mr. Queen?" She let her hand fall onto the cold desk, Mr. Queen's eyes followed.

He swallowed awkwardly. "Yes." Cleared his throat. "Yes. Black is fine."

She smiled and turned towards Mr. Diggle, he was glaring at Mr. Queen. She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. When their eyes met he shook it off, "What would you like, Mr. Diggle?"

"I'm good today, thanks."

Felicity's smile faltered for a brief second at his words before returning in full force, "Okay." Felicity exited the office, her hips swaying more than necessary. Her smile immediately falling back into a frown, her face hurt. A muffled "Get yourself together, Queen" could be heard from an annoyed Mr. Diggle as she neared the elevator.

When the elevator chimed its arrival once again she plastered on her biggest, fakest smile and walked back into Mr. Queen's office. She carried a tray of coffees in one hand and a bag of bagels in the other. "I know you said you didn't want a coffee, Mr. Diggle, but Mr. Queen is such a bore. I'm surprised he hasn't already put you to sleep." She didn't expect Mr. Diggle to laugh, but he did. She guessed it was because Mr. Queen was anything but boring. What with his secret identity and all. She walked over and let Mr. Diggle take his coffee. "I just assumed you wanted black, but I can go fetch you another coffee if you want."

"It's fine, Ms. Smoak."

Felicity walked around Mr. Queen's desk, her smile may or may not have turned into a devilish grin as she continued to babble on, "And I got you bagels. I didn't know QC had bagels until today. But how could I? It's only my second day. It seems longer, though. Anyways, I thought you could eat. You look like you sleep a maximum of two hours a night. I'm not saying you look bad, because you don't, you look tired, is all." She let out a nervous laugh; his head was tilted to the side, his eyes boring into hers. "I brought you a lot of flavors." She started shuffling around the items, a few napkins fluttered to the floor. "This one is plane. I got a cheddar one. And a jalapeño, and…" she continued to juggle everything in her hands until her coffee, and his, "accidentally" flew into Mr. Queen's lap.

Mr. Queen was out of his chair in a split second, followed by a growly "fuck" from his mouth.

Felicity gasped, dropped to her knees and started dabbing his soaking pants with napkins, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry," she kept repeating over and over. He stood ridged, his eyes pinched closed; when they opened they were horrified. Felicity widened her own. "Oh my God." She stood quickly, her hands up in surrender, and a blush spreading over her cheeks, not from her well thought out plan, but from the erection that was just a foot away from her face. "I'm so sorry. Oh my God…" His eyes were dark and never wavering, his face was red, too, but it could have been from a number of things: burning coffee on his pants, anger, embarrassment…

"Diggle, can you go get a towel or something?" Mr. Queen snarled, his eyes never leaving Felicity's.

Felicity heard Mr. Diggle's footsteps head out the office door. Mr. Queen just continued to stare at her, jaw tight. "I'm so sorry-" she whispered but Mr. Queen already turned on his heels and headed for his secluded bathroom. Felicity fought the grin creeping onto her lips, she watched Mr. Queen diapered, then looked over her shoulder to make sure Mr. Diggle was gone.

She let out a quiet laugh, then grinned wickedly, she turned her attention to Mr. Queen's desk, snatched up his phone, removed the case, looked over her shoulder, reached down her bra to remove the tracking devise, and inserted it into his phone.

Her grin amplified; she should have been an actress.