Author's Note: I'm really sorry about my absence. I was very busy these last weeks, but I managed to write a new chapter…YAY. I also want to thank to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited my story. You are all so kind and I can't say how much it means to me. This is the next chapter and I hope you like it.

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A Special Thank You goes out to "BunnyGoBoom", for being such a fantastic beta and for taking the time to beta my piece of work, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Chapter 3: Breakfast For Two

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Felicity was in her bedroom, standing in front of her closet. She yawned while she looked through her clothes. Finally, decided on an outfit.

Oh, my… This is going to be a long day. She didn't sleep well that night. Not only has she been thinking about her boss since she got home, but she had a dream about him last night.

The feel of his short stubble sliding gently down the side of her neck…His hand sliding down her abdomen…His lips on hers…. Softly whispering her name…

NO…STOP IT! You're not going there. Don't even think about it. No, no, no, Felicity!

She put on her knee-length dark blue skirt, matching dark blue jacket, and pink blouse as she thought about her meeting with Oliver the previous day. He had startled her with his invitation to lunch and also made her furious at the same time. The way he had made her accept his invitation. Who does he think he is? Just because he's an attractive billionaire who owns Queen Consolidated —meaning he is my boss—well, kind of boss… Technically Oliver isn't my boss— that would be Mr. Steele, but he's missing now. So...So he has no right to talk me like that. I'm not of these beautiful, brainless young women that he spends time with—Okay, that wasn't nice. But still, I'm not one of his puppets!

She groaned. "Damn you, Oliver."

Just thinking about how she stood there in front him, unable to say anything. It made her angry. Angry at him, but mostly angry at herself.

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The TV snapped her out of her reverie; the News was on, and the anchorwoman was talking about the vigilante.

Curious, Felicity went to the living room and turned the volume up, listening to the news woman explain the heroic actions of the hood guy the previous night at the fundraising party at Oliver Queen's club.

"Eyewitnesses contend that numerous lives would have been lost if not for the timely intervention of the vigilante."

Oliver, Felicity thought. I hope nothing happened to him.

"But these were not the actions of a Vigilante; what's being described are the actions of a hero."

Hmm, it seems he's back. Or someone reappeared, at least. She turned off the TV and looked at the phone. Maybe I should call Oliver and see if he's okay. But then she remembered that she didn't have his number and it didn't sound like a good idea to call the Queen's mansion.

Debating to call or not, she flinched as someone knocked at her door.

Who could that be at this hour?

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Felicity was shocked. She wasn't expecting him. The man who had plagued her mind for the last 24 hours was standing on the threshold of her door.

Her mouth slightly agape, she stared up at him. "Oliver, what…how…" She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. After regaining some control of herself, she opened her eyes, seeing him staring at her, "Oliver, what are you doing here?"

"And good morning to you, Felicity," Oliver said sarcastically. "And please, don't look so happy to see me."

She sighed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect to see you… here."

"Yeah, well…I hope you don't mind. I came to tell you that I can't make it for lunch today, unfortunately. I have to meet the contractor at my club and talk about replacing the damaged pieces with new ones."

Felicity slapped her palm against her forehead. "Oh yes, I saw on the news. Are you alright? Is everyone okay? Any injuries?"

"Yes, I'm alright. Everyone's fine. And no, no one was injured." Oliver chuckled. "Though my club has been damaged. But the good thing is that the damage is minor."

"I'm sorry," Felicity said. "But hey, better now than later." He raised an eyebrow. "I mean, better now when it's still under construction then when it's completely done. All the work, the time you have invested…poof…gone. You'd have to start all over again. Oh, and let's not forget the costs for the restorations… Hmm, that might be not a problem…" She looked at him and she saw he had his patient face on again. "I should stop now." she murmured, discerning a glint of amusement in his eyes and the slight upturn of his mouth.

For a few moments they stood there quietly, just looking at each other.

"Felicity," Oliver said, which brought her out of her daze.

"Hmm?"

He looked behind her, into her apartment, and then back at her, raising his eyebrow, "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, please come in." She took a step back to allow him into her apartment. The young man looked around the small apartment while Felicity closed the door and asked if he would like something to drink.

He turned around. "No, thank you," He smiled slightly. "Felicity, as I was saying, I won't be able to meet you for lunch. But I was hoping to take you out for breakfast." After a slight pause, he asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I was just—"

"Excellent. Let's go then." the young billionaire said smiling. Seeing her questioning look, he continued. "Don't worry about being late for work. There's a small café near the office. We could go there."

Felicity smiled a little. "Okay."

"Okay."

"Let me get my things and we can go."

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After they left Felicity's apartment, Oliver told his bodyguard Diggle that he would drive with her and he would call him when they were done. They drove straight into the underground parking of the Queen Consolidated building, parked the car and went to the small café.

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Felicity took a sip of her latte. "Mmm, there is nothing better than starting your day with a hot cup of coffee."

Oliver glanced at her. "Coffee person?"

"Mm-hmm, pretty much." she admitted with a smile and reached for her freshly baked chocolate-filled croissant.

He chuckled and bit into his bagel with Tofutti cream cheese.

They were eating their breakfast in comfortable silence until Felicity eyed him curiously for a moment and asked the one question that had been troubling her. "What do you want from me?"

Oliver looked at her, bewildered. "Excuse me?"

"What's this about?" Felicity gestured to their breakfast. "Don't get me wrong, this is very nice of you, but I don't understand. I mean the elevator, asking me out for lunch, coming to my apartment, taking me out for breakfast..."

His eyebrows rose, but he didn't answer.

She sighed and continued. "I'm just a simple IT girl. Not the type you usually date or well...whatever you do...and we both know that. We come from two different worlds. We're not compatible. We don't match. So, my question is, what do you want from me, Oliver?"

"And how do you know?" he asked, slightly amused. "Ever dated a billionaire before?"

"No, but… Someone like you and someone like me…" She motions with her finger between them. "We just don't work."

Oliver sighed. "Does there have to be a reason?"

"There is a reason for everything." Felicity answered.

The amused look had disappeared from Queen's face and was replaced by a hard gaze. "Fine. I want to find Walter, and for that I will need your help. I need you to tell me everything—and I mean everything. The tasks that you have done for my stepfather. Official. Non-official. The people who are after you…"

She swallowed. "Oliver, I…"

But he didn't wait for her to answer. "I know that whatever you two worked on, it might have cost Walter his life. And that you might be in danger, too." He looked at her, concerned. "Let me help you. I can protect you, but I need you tell me what you know."

Oh, crap. She should have known that's what he was after. It was stupid of her not to think of that. She bit her lip nervously. How was she supposed to get out of this without telling him anything? She couldn't tell him the truth. She already felt guilty for Walter's disappearance and she didn't want to risk Oliver's life, too. She really hoped no one knew that Walter shared the information with anyone else…with her. Maybe she could be honest with him just enough to stop him questioning her.

"Oliver," the IT girl said. "What Walter asked me to do for him was nothing unusual. Handling his computer, installing applications, new passwords, recovering data, decrypting hard drives, checking accounts…Like, for example, tracing the 2.6 million withdrawal made by your mother to a dummy account. That's how everything started. …Investigating clients for discrepancies… They were all clean, by the way." Or that your stepfather had found a "blank" book at your house. A book with a list inside that also belongs to your mother. There was a good possibility that Moira Queen was even involved in Walter's disappearance. She couldn't imagine how Oliver would react if he knew about that. "Basically, I made sure nothing was out of whack."

Oliver's eyes narrowed on her, trying to figure out if the young woman was telling the truth. "Hmm…what about the people who want you dead?"

Felicity flinched at that. "There is no one who wants me dead. Well, not that I am aware of." She laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. "You really shouldn't take seriously what I said yesterday in the elevator. I panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to mind."

"People are after you? That's what came to mind?" the billionaire asked incredulously.

She reached for the coffee and wrapped her hands around the warm mug while taking a deep breath and explained. "That night, when you were in a motorcycle accident…I called Walter to ask how you were doing. He said he was getting into the elevator so I might lose him, and he said he would call me back. But he never did, and that was the last time I heard him. So when we were stuck in the elevator and you asked me about Walter I just thought that…"

"That something would happen to you, too." Oliver finished her sentence for her.

She shrugged. "Yep."

They sat in silence for the rest of the meal.

"I really should go now," Felicity said eventually. "I don't want be late…"

"Yes, of course."

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Back at Queen Consolidated, they were on their way to the elevators when they heard a gentle voice behind them.

"Oliver?"

They turned around and saw it was Moira Queen.

"Hello, Mom." the young man said, kissing his mother on the cheek. "May I introduce to Felicity Smoak, our girl from the IT Department."

Our girl from the IT Department? Felicity looked at Oliver, who was smirking.

Before extending a hand, Moira gave a disapproving look at his son. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Smoak."

The IT girl reached out and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Queen." She paused and then continued. "Um...I'm very sorry about Mr. Steele. He...he's a nice man."

"Thank you," Moira said with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Then she turned to her son. "What brings you here? I hope you're not already worried about me and my new position as the CEO?"

What? Mrs. Queen has taken Walter's position? Felicity looked at mother and son. Well, that shouldn't be a surprise, though. It makes sense.

"Of course not," Oliver smiled. "You're a strong, intelligent woman. I think you will do perfectly fine."

The mother smiled back. "I have a meeting with the council in a few minutes, so I'll leave you two alone." Turning her attention back to the IT girl, she said, "Nice meeting you, Ms. Smoak. I hope we'll see each other again." And with that she left.

"So, um…your mother is the new CEO?" Felicity asked.

The billionaire watched his mother leave. "Yes, she is." Then his eyes met hers. "C'mon."

Getting into the elevator, Felicity thanked Oliver for the nice breakfast. He smiled back with a little nod.

"You're welcome. See you soon, Felicity." And before the doors eased shut he gave her a flirtatious wink.

The young blonde couldn't help but smile and started shaking her head. Oliver Queen, you'll be the end of me.