A/N: Here's the next chapter. Sorry for its shortness, but the next chapter will be out soon!

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Felicity stood at the door to the editor's office and took a deep breath. She knew that she was doing the right thing, but there was a pit in the base of her stomach that she just couldn't shake. This was the last place she ever wanted to be because if this conversation didn't play out in her favor, then it would be her ass on the way out the door searching for a new job at the end of the day rather than Adrian Chase.

Maybe she should just drop it until she dug up some truth. But at the same time, someone needed to say something before the readers of the Sentinel started thinking that everything printed with Chase's name was accurate. Although they probably already assumed that since it had been months since someone else's name was written in the by-lines for the front page of the paper.

She shook her head and pushed the thoughts aside as she reached up and knocked gently on the door. She waited a few moments for a response but was met with silence. Furrowing her brow, Felicity reached up and wrapped her knuckles against the door once more. Again, she was met with silence.

She slowly turned on her heel and walked back to her office, mumbling under her breath as she went and shaking her head in disgust. The one time she actually gathered up the nerve to talk to him, and he wasn't in his damn office. That was just her luck.

The argument in her head continued as she continued down the hall toward her office. Distracted by her thoughts, Felicity didn't notice the person standing in her doorway. Reaching forward to open her door, her hand was grabbed by another. "What the hell?"

"Hello, Smoak," Adrian replied, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Can we talk?"

"What do you want, Chase?" Felicity hissed, furrowing her brow as she crossed her arms over her chest. He was the last person that she wanted to see today, especially after the latest headline.

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions," Chase replied calmly, leaning back against her door. "Should only take a minute or two of your time."

"I don't have a minute or two, so if you'll kindly get out of my way," Felicity said. She attempted not to roll her eyes at his insistence, but she really didn't have time to deal with him right now.

Adrian opened his mouth to protest but realized that it wouldn't do him any good. If he really wanted to know what she was up to in her free time, it would do him best just to follow her rather than ask her directly. It was undeniable that she didn't trust him.

He took a significant step away from her door and hung his head. "Sorry to bother you. I'll let you get back to your jam-packed afternoon."

"Thanks," she replied, reaching forward to open her office door. Once she was safe on the other side of a locked door, Felicity would be able to reach out to Oliver. Chase's behavior was getting very suspicious. He never just wanted to talk to her. Something was definitely going on with him.