Surprise! I wanted to get a few more chapters out before I take off tomorrow in my move, so here we are! Chapter Nine is short, and I apologize for that. There's a method to my madness, I swear. Without further ado, enjoy!
6:00PM. Felicity stares at the time, yet she is helpless. When Walter told her of the meeting, he said it was mandatory and her missing it would be motive for early termination from her contract. She can't be fired from her day job, so she will just have to face Danny's wrath when she arrives late tonight. Maybe he will be lenient…yeah she knows that isn't likely.
"Thank you all for coming tonight. As you know, Merlyn Global has been trying to merge/buy off the Applied Science Division from Queen Consolidated for several years now. Apparently, Mr. Merlyn has found evidence that will force us to sell to him, yet he just sent that evidence now, so I would like all of you to witness what blackmail he holds over our heads," Walter Steele announces before clinking a link on his laptop. The overhead projector fires to life and on the projector screen is a very grainy image of Oliver in a red room with cushions all over the place, a chaise lounge, and a bed. Video Oliver thrusts his naked body against a woman whose hands grip the sheets, her head tilted back in wild pleasure. Felicity knows exactly who that woman is, and where that room is, yet she almost can't believe it.
"That's impossible…" Oliver mumbles as Moira stares pale-faced at the video. As soon as the clip cuts out, she turns a venomous glare on her son, while Felicity stares at her tablet, trying to hide her blushing face.
"You spent an evening with a WHORE?!" Moira cries; Felicity furiously types on her tablet, hacking into the system that that video was sent from so she can find out who accessed the tapes of her and Oliver and when.
"Is it so hard to believe? I was bored, and yes Tommy and I went to a strip club and we both ended up spending the night with an escort. You shouldn't be so surprised," Oliver says defensively.
"You are a Queen, Oliver. You cannot just throw your life away at parties and strip clubs. How do you think the investors will look on that behavior?"
"I never wanted to be part of this com—"
"But now you are, and you just ruined everything!"
"Maybe not," Felicity mumbles and suddenly Moira's vicious glare is on her.
"What do you mean, you stupid girl? You saw the video," Moira screams and Felicity's cheeks turn a fiery red because she didn't just see the video, she lived it. She can still remember the feeling of Oliver's hands on her skin as he thrust into her so wildly. She nervously pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"Yeah I know, but it's a video. If I can find out who sent it, and from where, then we can find out who is giving the Merlyns blackmail. Bonus, if I find the origin, I can hack in the system and delete all the video feed of Oliver and his lady friend," Felicity says and Walter nods.
"Brilliant. You do that now, and once you are done you can go for the evening. But only once you are done,"
"Of course…" Felicity mumbles, working as fast as her fingers could type. She already knew the origin of the video—her club—now all she needed to find was who tapped into the system for the feed of Oliver screwing her. Three…two…
"It was Tommy," she says, shocked by the name that flashes on her screen and the image of him in the security room of The Painted Ladies. He accessed the videos the night he bought Felicity...and Danny was right behind him in all of this, "Tommy downloaded the video feed…it looks like his father paid 10,000 for him to take you to that strip club in the first place," Felicity mumbles as she hacks into his banking information, "I can delete all versions of that video and wipe it from the hard drive on all of Merlyn Global computers, but it will take time. There is a firewall on most of them, but it is pretty basic,"
"I can't believe Tommy would blackmail us like this," Oliver mutters, "We used to be such close friends,"
"Laurel Lance is the meaning of this. Remember you used to date her too, and her father was telling me that Tommy and Laurel are having issues," Moira growls and Felicity's fingers trip over the keys. She forgot Oliver Queen dates like a normal guy. Of course, a guy as attractive as him would date, but for his ex-girlfriend to be a semi-famous lawyer like Laurel Lance? Man, Oliver must be slumming it when he is in Felicity's bed. Not like the two of you are really dating, her mind cynically reminds her as she finishes her last deletion.
"It's done…" Felicity mumbles, "May I go now, Mr. Steele? I have somewhere I need to be,"
"Of course. Thank you, Felicity. You really did just save our company," he responds.
"Remember that later," she mumbles as she flees the room with her tablet in hand. Moira blocks Oliver from leaving, sitting him down for a long talk about moral and fiscal responsibilities. Felicity has her own immoral and fiscal responsibilities to get to, and as she pulls out of the parking lot, she prays that Danny won't be too mad at her.
Okay all, I hope you liked that chapter. The next one is WAY Mature, so if you are squeamish to violence or anything, feel free to skip over it, and go straight to Chapter 11. Whenever Chapter 11 gets posted...
