A/N: Thanks to everyone for the kind words on Chapter 1! I'm sorry this chapter is short, but it's the best point for me to put a break in between chapters. I'll try to get Chapter 3 ready to go over the next couple of days so that the wait isn't too long!

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The blaring of Oliver's alarm clock roused him from his slumber ridiculously early the next morning. It felt as though he had only been asleep for an hour or so before the damned thing had gone off. His left hand reached out lazily to smack the snooze button to allow himself a few more moments of peace and quiet before he had to deal with the insanity that came with being the CEO of Queen Consolidated.

Rolling over onto his back, Oliver sighed as his head hit the pillow. Instead of allowing him to drift off to sleep for a few more moments, his mind began to tumble over the ever-growing to-do list that he had to accomplish before the week's end. One of those items being that he needed to call back the persistent Ms. Smoak. The hate that he felt for reporters emulated his feelings towards the people he chased after his day at the office was done.

He had never had the pleasure of interacting with Ms. Smoak. Although from what he could tell upon reading her work, she seemed to be a respectable journalist. All of the information that she seemed to report on was backed up with evidence. An idea that seemed to elude Mr. Chase.

Oliver shook his head, shoving all thoughts of Chase aside before pushing himself off the mattress and finally getting out of bed. Regardless of how the cards for the day were dealt, he was in for a very busy day full of meetings, phone calls, and appointments. Hopefully, his secretary had the schedule already plugged into his calendar, so all he needed to do was look at his phone and he would know exactly who he was meeting with and for what reason.

He sighed as he got out of bed and padded across the master bedroom to the ensuite master bath to get ready for the day, regardless of how much he would rather just stay in bed. His night job kept him up all night, which made it rather difficult to get to his day job on time. Someday being the vigilante would kill him, and it wouldn't be because someone actually got close enough to kill him, it would be because the lack of sleep and necessary nutrition and sleep required to survive.

. . . . . . . .

On her way into the office, Felicity checked her messages for the umpteenth time looking for a return phone call from the illustrious Mr. Queen and was slightly disheartened that she found no call. She knew that he was a busy man after all, but she was holding out hope that he would at least be courteous enough to return one of her many phone calls.

"This is not how I wanted to spend my day," she mumbled as she made her way through the foray towards the elevator. The thought crossed her mind that maybe her boss would pull the article idea and she could forget the whole thing, but somehow she knew that sounded too good to be true.

Quickly she slipped into the elevator and tipped her head against the cold wall of the elevator, closing her eyes momentarily as she waited to feel the rise of the machine taking her towards her quiet office where she could hide from the reality of the world around her.

"Hold the elevator!" a voice yelled as a hand appeared right inside the closing door.

Felicity shook her head and stepped forward to press the button reopening the elevator door as the mysterious hand and voice entered the elevator. A sigh of relief escaped Felicity's lips when Tommy Merlyn's face stepped inside.

"Thanks, Felicity," he said with his ever charming grin painted proudly on his face. "How are you doing this morning?"

"I've been better. I spent my entire weekend trying to set up an interview for my latest assignment and haven't gotten anywhere with it," she replied, "how are you?"

"Can't complain. Just found out the article I turned in on Friday will be tomorrow's headline," he said before turning to face her and quirking his brow. "Who have you been trying to get a hold of?"

Felicity sighed and hung her head, scrubbing her free hand over her face and adjusting her glasses. "The infamous "cheating" CEO of Queen Consolidated, Oliver Queen."

"Oh." was all Tommy could say before the elevator stopped to allow more people to file inside.