Disclaimer: I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this is my first fanfiction ever! I am not a writer so this will not be the best but I have had this story in my head for months now, like constantly thinking about it to the point that I gave in and needed to attempt to write it!
I hope you guys like it and enjoy!
I obviously don't own any characters (I wish)
Felicity stepped of the elevator, smoothing her hair and purple dress and also checking her teeth in the refection of her tablet to make sure she didn't have any fuchsia lipstick there. When she decided she was good, she took yet another deep breath, squared her shoulders, chin up high and walked towards Mr. Queen's executive assistant, Jeremy's desk. Jeremy is a shorter man with glasses and a passion to fetch Mr. Queen his coffee and organize his schedule.
Jeremy looked up, straightening his glasses and smiled wide when he saw Felicity.
"Felicity! Good to see you! How are you? I hope you've been good! Mr. Queen isn't here yet but ," he dropped his voice into a whisper, "she is already in there." With an eye roll he added, "Good luck with that, she is extra she-devily today."
Felicity chuckled. She always thought that Jeremy was the male version of her; never seeming able to stop talking except she would hate to have to grab coffee, feeling as though her master's degree would be a complete waste up her if she was his EA.
To each his own though, Felicity thought, smiling at Jeremy. "Thanks for the heads up."
She walked into the conference room and saw Isobel Rochev and Walter Steel talking to each other.
"Felicity, hello." Walter greeted her with a smile, walking towards and giving her a hug.
Felicity hugged him back with a huge smile on her face. "I didn't know you would be here. I thought you had an important meeting with The Queen or something." She said pulling away. Walter had moved back to London after the Undertaking, divorcing Moira in the process and leaving the company under new management. She liked Walter. When she first started out as head of her department, he helped her thrive and feel at home. He even felt like a father figure in a way to her. He was the closest thing to a father she had in a very long time. So she was sad and unsurprised when he left to go back home but they still kept in contact often, she even asked him advice when it came to business, and he was always happy to lend a hand when he could.
"I do have an important meeting with a Queen, just not the one you thought. I wanted to be here to support you and show Oliver the ropes. I believe he needs all the help he can get." Walter said with a chuckle.
"Right you are sir." Felicity went to the head of the conference table and started setting up the presentation she had ready.
Isobel Rochev had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Where is he?" She asked, "He is always late, I don't know how he is in charge of this company."
Felicity blew out a breath, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes as she typed away on her tablet. If she was being honest, she was glad about the delay. It wasn't as though this meeting was a make or break for her career with the new CEO or trying to impress him, it was nerve-wracking because it was her telling the new CEO what was going to go down in his business. She was, after all, trying to save this company and help hundreds of people keep their jobs.
"He will be here soon." Walter said calmly, handing out Felicity's booklets for her.
As soon as he said that, Oliver Queen came stalking into the room followed by his body guard/ driver John Diggle. Mr. Queen was wearing a light grey suit with a red tie with a scowl etched on his face, his thumb and pointer finger rubbing together. Mr. Diggle whispered something in his ear before walking out of the room.
"Alright let's do this." Mr. Queen said in an impatient tone, taking a seat near the head of the table, in front of Felicity seeming very impatient to have this over with.
Felicity remembers the first time she met Mr. Queen. It was a year and a half after getting the job at QC and two months after he had come back from the island. She just had a meeting with Walter and they were walking towards the elevator as she was still talking animatedly about a new advancement in a piece of technology that she was very excited about when Moira and Oliver came walking towards them off the elevator.
"… and it would help fighter pilots fly with more accuracy. Ferris Aircraft is already itching to get their hands on it. So I think if we-"
"Are you ready for lunch?" Moira asked with a polite smile at Felicity; Walter greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. Felicity averted her eyes down to her tablet; she has always been an awkward shy around the Queen Regent, looking regal as ever in her black skirt suit and her hair not moving an inch, always seemingly put together. Felicity glanced at what she was wearing, a wrinkled purple dress with a cutout on in between her collar bones. Her clothes were nice as she always spend the extra money on clothes and shoes, she loved shoes, but standing next to Mrs. Queen, she always felt her self-esteem plummet. She wished she ironed her dress last night instead of watch that rerun of Game of Thrones.
"Most certainly. But first, Oliver I'd like to introduce Felicity Smoak, she is the new head of applied sciences." Walter said, gesturing to Felicity.
Felicity looked up as Oliver stuck his hand out, "Nice to meet you." He said in a boring voice, his face remaining impassive. He was wearing dark jeans and a dark Henley, his blond hair in a buzz cut. He also seemed strung tight, she noticed, like he was on edge; shoulders tight, his jaw clenched and eyes glancing around the room as if waiting for something. She supposed she was right in thinking he was waiting for something to happen. Five years on an island would put anyone on edge constantly. His nighttime activities probably didn't help his constant tense posture and alertness, she thought.
Felicity shook his hand, "Nice to meet you too sir, Oliver, Mr. Queen, sir. Good to see you alive and well. Or at least alive." She said in a rush. "Not saying you aren't well, you could be well, or not, I mean you were gone for a while, who would be well after that? You look well anyway, but I don't know, I didn't know you before and what you looked like or if you were well or not. But nice to meet you." She added kind of lamely, closing her eyes and bowing her head in embarrassment, counting down from three.
The three of them looked at Felicity, "Well," said Walter, used to Felicity's rambling and changing the subject, "shall we go?" he asked the other two.
The four of them walked towards the elevator, Felicity a step behind. "Felicity comes from Wayne Enterprises with reference letters from Lucius Fox and Bruce Wayne himself." Walter said, beaming at Felicity.
Oliver's head whipped around to look at Felicity at the mention of Bruce Wayne, Walter pressing the 16th floor and the lobby button, reaching for Moira's hand.
"You know Bruce Wayne?" Oliver asked his tone a bit harsh.
"Not-not personally, no." Felicity stammered, wondering how in the world he didn't just receive whiplash from how fast he looked at her. "I just worked with him a bit when he was in the applied sciences to learn about the company when he took over as CEO."
"Hmm." Oliver breathed, "I met him once. Before he took over his company. He was a big prick."
"Oliver!" Moira scolded, "You cannot say that! He is a family friend!"
"Well he was. Probably still is, right? Oliver asked Felicity, staring straight ahead.
Felicity laughed under her breath. "Mr. Wayne is very passionate about what he does and can be difficult sometimes." She smiled to herself, "But he isn't so bad. He is actually a very good boss and CEO. He cares about his employees and the city."
Oliver huffed out of his nose, "I still think he's a prick." He mumbled under his breath so his mother wouldn't hear.
Felicity smiled as the elevator door opened to her floor, stepping out, she turned to Oliver again, "Oh I don't know," she said with a knowing smile, "You two would probably get along great." She added then walked away to her office as the elevator door closed, Oliver starring after her with a surprised look on his face.
Shaking her head back to the present, Felicity smiled at the three as the other two took their seats; Walter giving her an encouraging smile. And so she began her speech. She began explaining about how, after the Undertaking, stocks for Queen Consolidated had plummeted and how after Merlyn Global had shut down, hundreds of people lost their jobs. Queen Consolidated was on the verge of a collapse, shareholders were pissed but luckily for them, Felicity had an idea that could save jobs at Queen consolidated and even employ those who lost their jobs.
"Merge?!" Oliver asked loudly in disbelief, putting his hands on the table in fists, pushing the booklets she put together to the edge of the table.
"With Wayne Enterprises, yes." Replied Felicity calmly. She knew this was coming, knew he would not be happy about the idea of doing business with what he would probably refer to as the enemy.
Oliver shook his head; "No." was all he said, curtly.
"With all due respect Mr. Queen," Felicity retorted with emphasis on his name, "I am trying to help save your company, save people hundreds of jobs and let people get their jobs back after what happened a few months ago." Felicity was fuming, she hadn't even gotten to the why and Mr. Queen was already shutting down her idea. "I do believe you can put aside some childish beef you have with a successful business man and keep your company afloat."
Oliver stared at Felicity, his jaw tight in agitation
"With this merger, Wayne Enterprises and Queen Consolidated could really benefit from each other. With Wayne Technologies, they are always researching new tech, WE also sells military equipment as does QC but more weapons and munitions, which does not look very good for the company's reputation right now." Felicity pauses, letting the information sink into Oliver's thick head. "If we deprive the company of selling our military weapons and give them over to Wayne Enterprises and take over the research of technology they have acquired in the past few years, such as a more reliable, better way to have green energy here in Starling City, it would look better and benefit both companies." Felicity was pacing during this speech but stopped in front of the table, looking at Oliver. "Applied Sciences would take over the green materials they are giving us, letting us use them and create better equipment for those in the Glades along with a more green way to create less of a footprint of destroying air in the countries where productions of these materials are being built. While also creating less hazardousness waste to make Wayne Enterprises look better than it does now." She was breathing heavily, glaring at Oliver; the words rushed out of her, and in her anger with trying to get him to understand, had her hands on the table, leaning over it. "We can create green energy that LexCorp doesn't even have. That's huge."
"And if I say no?" Oliver asked, crossing his arms in a very childish way.
Felicity stood up straight, "The company goes bankrupt as the shareholders bail out, the company is liquidized to pay off its debts, or someone bids to take over the company. There is already an interested buyer, some guy who has makes smart watches and is trying to create exoskeletons for the army." She matched Oliver's body language and crossed her arms, glancing at Walter and Ms. Rochev, she added hesitantly, "And Mr. Steel already signed off on it while he was still CEO, so has Mr. Rochev along with the Board. Mr. Wayne, Mr. Fox and the board of Wayne Enterprises have also signed off on it. The plan is in motion, Mr. Queen. They are throwing us a bone, and I recommend you take it before they throw us out into the cold."
Oliver did not look happy about this new plan but with his family's company at stake, he knew he didn't to do anything to save it. "Fine." He said curtly, again. "What happens now?"
Felicity blew out a breath and quickly replied "I am forming a plan of action with Wayne's people in their tech division and then we all meet after the new year. They are coming here on the 25th of January where we will all get together and discuss the upcoming events."
Oliver's mouth went into a straight line, thinking. "Fine." He said again. And with that, he stood up swiftly, his chair almost falling over in the process, and walking briskly out of the room and towards the elevator, Mr. Diggle following him.
Felicity let out a breath she was holding, hoping it would be the last sigh of the day. "Alright." She said, nodding her head.
It was late. Too late in Felicity's book to still be at work. The sun had set hours ago, she sent Andi home about two hours ago after she fell asleep at her desk but here she was, still at work, two weeks after the meeting with Oliver Queen, working on what she is referring to as 'Operation Wayne-Queen ohmygodthereisalotofpaperwork'.
She had been corresponding with those over in Gotham and everything was going smoothly so far. There was a lot of work to do and more work ahead of them. There was even a lot of legal aspects to merging two companies on a project, so that added a bit of work to her plate as Legal needed plenty of information before this project could start to actually begin.
Her office was clad in dark; a desk lamp, her computer monitor and the moon her only light source in her office, soft classical music playing in the background. The River Flows Through You playing, her favorite song. Classical music relaxed her and she defiantly needed to relax, her shoulders have been tense for the past two weeks and a kink in her neck will not seem to go away. She jots a message on a sticky note to remind her to go see her chiropractor soon.
Stretching her arms over her head, Felicity yawns and reaches for her coffee mug and takes a sip. It's cold. She makes a disgusted face at the coffee as if it just insulted her ancestors and stands up putting her heels back on and picking up the sticky note and her coffee mug. She walked over to Andi's desk and set the note down so Andi could schedule the appointment for her. She was a busy, hard working women, especially now with 'Operation Wayne-Queen' she wasn't even sure of her daily schedule without Andi's help.
She went to the small kitchen on her floor that consisted on a fridge, sink, microwave, and a coffee bar, her favorite spot. Dumping out the cold coffee, she poured herself a new cup of coffee and put extra sugars in this one, feeling as though she needed the sugar rush to make it home. She thought of her home, where there was a nice tub waiting to be filled with bubbles, a bottle of red wine that needs to be open, and a warm cozy bed waiting for her crawl under the blankets and pass out for a good ten hours.
She took a sip of her coffee, closing her eyes at the aroma and taste, her spirits already picking up. Carrying her mug, she walked back to her office still thinking about her warm bed and the episode of Doctor Who she missed to be here and stopped in front of her desk straightening up some papers when she froze, someone was in the room with her.
I hope you guys like it so far!
Writing this story in Word, I end up with many pages but then putting it on here, it seems so little!