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Blondes have more fun, right?

Adrian Chase

STARLING CITY - Spotted outside the Starling City Sentinel, Oliver Queen was meeting up with a mysterious blonde woman, and the two climbed into the back of one of Queen Consolidated's town cars. The vehicle seemed to be headed out of the city.

Our sources tell us that they were on their way to a business meeting. However, it could very well be that one of Starling City Sentinel's reporters is out to get a bigger story than anyone has been able to get so far. They seem to be looking for the inside report on everything there is to know about Queen.

Although, for all, we really know the mysterious blonde woman has no connection to the Starling City Sentinel. It may have just been a convenient meeting place for the two, however, as well.

Could there be a new woman in the life of Oliver Queen?

Only time will tell. You can be certain that we'll be keeping our eyes peeled to reveal the identity of the mysterious blonde woman.

. . . . . . . . .

"As entertaining as your articles have turned out to be, Adrian, I'm not so sure we can publish any more of them on the front page of the Sentinel," Malcolm said, lowering the papers in his hands away from his face. "We want to remain a source of reliable news."

"Headlines sell papers, Mr. Merlyn," Chase insisted, leaning forward in the chair and resting his elbows on his knees. "Besides what if I could prove to you that all of the information I have reported on is viable?"

With his brow raised, Malcolm looked at his reporter with narrowed eyes. He wasn't sure if Chase could be trusted. The reporter had not proven to be reliable with his sources since his first few days as a reporter, knowingly misprinting a source's name was not a good way to start a career. However, he could prove his sources for these recent articles; it could be beneficial to the paper. "Go on."

"I can't reveal a name yet, but -"

"Let me stop you right there, Chase," Malcolm replied, cutting him off mid-sentence and shaking his head. "Until you can reveal your source's name, you won't see a headline."

"Mr. Merlyn, please. I need those headlines," Chase pleaded, hoping that there would be something he could say that would convince his boss to hear him out.

"And I need those headlines to be reliable news. Now get out of my off and find me something that I can proudly put in my paper," he said, picking up a folder from his desk and began skimming through the article inside.

Chase had a lot to learn if he was planning to make anything of his career. There was a small part of Malcolm that hoped he'd get himself on the right track, but ultimately there was nothing left for Malcolm to do except let him figure it out on his own. Apparently, the training that all the new reporters for the Sentinel went through didn't stick with Chase.

With a heavy sigh, Adrian rose from the chair he was sitting in and made his way out of Malcolm's office back toward his desk. As he went, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his messages until he got to the last message he had received from his "source." It was time for the two to meet, or else Adrian would soon be out of a job it appeared.

"Watch where you're going," a voice called, pulling him out of his thoughts and he looked up from his phone to find Tommy Merlyn standing near him. "You nearly ran me over. Look up from that thing."

"Sorry. I'm a little distracted," he grumbled, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He shook his head and continued away from Tommy, mumbling under his breath a few choice phrases that were best left unheard. He really didn't need to deal with any of this today.