"It was a mistake!" Isabel yelled, barging into Oliver's office.

"I couldn't agree more, but it was almost a year ago," Oliver said, flashing her his most charming smile. It was his go-to response when he didn't know what was going on, and right now, he could only assume she meant their little...encounter in Russia. She responded with an icy gaze that let him know that wasn't it.

She was almost always some degree of resentful towards him, but this was rage. "I told you we should have taken the deal."

"And I told you, there were discrepancies in the numbers," Oliver replied, finally understanding what she was talking about.

"If they're good enough for Wayne Enterprises, they're good enough for us!" she spat back.

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"Infinity. They were being bankrolled by Wayne. You were supposed to do the research."

"Wayne Enterprises never once showed up on the file," Oliver argued, certain that it had never appeared in Felicity's notes.

"Agra Corp. is a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises." Her jaw was clenched now, words escaping her lips in slow, measured beats . "Which you were supposed to know. And now, Infinity has just raised their buying price by 25%. I swear, Oliver, if you don't fix this, I will make sure this is the last deal you ever overlook on behalf of Queen Consolidated," she threatened, narrowing her eyes at him. She didn't wait for his response before turning on her heels and storming off.

The details were like pieces of a puzzle, and he just had to figure out how they came together. He was staring out his window, trying to make sense of it all, when Richard Grayson walked in.

"Richard. Here to give me another insincere apology?" Oliver jabbed.

"I think one was enough for this lifetime, don't you?"

Oliver laughed. He had perfected a laugh that was meant for moments such as these: moments when he found the situation the very opposite of funny, but needed to put up a front.

"So…what can I do for you?"

"I…know." Richard said, simply, locking eyes with him.

"The…meaning of life?" Oliver's eyebrows were raised, looked at him expectantly.

"I know…who you are."

He smirked, amused. "Yes. I know who I am too…and I'm pretty sure half the country does, too."

"No…" Richard took a step towards him, and repeated, his voice steady and measured. "I. KNOW. WHO. YOU. ARE."

A flicker of understanding entered Oliver's eyes, and he looked sideways in annoyance. His jaw tightened involuntarily, and he took in a deep breath.

"She told you?" The gentleness in his voice a few hours earlier was gone.

"She knows?" Richard's eyes darted to the ceiling. It hadn't occurred to him that she knew. He was too focused on Oliver's secret, he never considered who else was in on it.

Of course she knew. If Richard struggled with keeping his identity a secret in the three days they had known each other, what chance did Oliver have in the three years he worked with her?

"If she didn't tell you…" Oliver furrowed his eyebrows, perplexed.

"Billionaire playboy. Traumatic past. Uses resources to become a vigilante. Not as original a story as you think it is."

"So…what now?" Oliver placed his hands in his pockets, and leaned against his desk. "You don't exactly have the best track record of keeping my secrets."

"You don't have the best track record of keeping your hands off the girls I'm seeing," Richard shot back, acerbically, thinking of his hand on Felicity's neck.

Before Oliver could respond, he heard the familiar clack of Felicity's heels and then she walked into the room.

"Richard? What are you doing here?" She didn't wait for an answer before looking at Oliver, and asking "And what did you say to Isabel this time? She's on a rampage."

"He knows," Oliver said, eyes wide.

"Knows? What are you talk-?" As it dawned on her, she faced Richard, her mouth wide open. "You know?"

"We really should turn this into a drinking game," Richard commented. "We'd all be drunk by now."

"How did you…?" He noticed that she had taken a step away from him, which meant that she was now closer to Oliver.

"I'm smarter than I look," he replied. "And he's not exactly subtle."

"Says the guy who dresses up in black, jumps out of windows, and gets kidnapped by the same thugs whose offices you broke into two nights ago," Oliver says dryly.

What were the odds that Richard Grayson, employee of Wayne Enterprises would show up at the same time as the masked figure, and had learned enough from self-defense classes to fight off three armed men? He wasn't sure, but where Felicity was concerned, he also wasn't great at exercising restraint. Calling Richard out in front of her was too appealing to resist.

Clearly taken by surprise, Richard glared at him.

"How…did…?"

"I'm smarter than I look," Oliver retorted, feeling smug that Richard had just confirmed his suspicions. He kept his eyes on Felicity, and suddenly regretted that he hadn't warned her ahead of time. He hadn't expected her to look so...devastated.

"You were there…that night?" she closed her eyes for a second, and placed her hand on her forehead. "I have the worst taste in guys."

"This went much smoother when I rehearsed it in my head," Richard thought aloud, running his fingers through his hair. "How long have you known?"

"Isabel was just here…chewing me out for not knowing that Agra Corp. is a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises. It didn't take long to put it all together. You guys pulled funding from Infinity."

"Lucius noticed the discrepancies in the numbers almost a month ago. Infinity denied it, but then shortly after, we heard rumors…that they were looking for new investors. I didn't know Queen Consolidated was on the short list," Richard explained. "The deposits...they lined up with missing persons reports in Gotham. It as all too suspicious. We found out about Mark Desmond, and since I had to come out for…" he gestured towards Felicity. "It was supposed to be simple—in and out. Just to get some inside information."

He turned to Felicity, taking a step towards her, and felt his stomach tighten when she back away from him. "I would never, ever, consciously do anything to put you in danger," he said, his eyes pleading with her to believe him.

"I'm going to need…whatever it is you used to get that information." The coldness in her tone hit him harder than he thought it would.

"Felicity-"

She glared at him for another second. Then, for the second time in three days, he watched as Felicity Smoak turned and walked away from him.