The run home had been a blur. Felicity showered, got dressed, forced herself to eat an apple, and rode to work in a haze. She could not believe what had happened. It wasn't that she was oblivious to Oliver's existence, especially considering that they ran in all of the same social circles, but she had always been sure to avoid him at all costs. Yet there he was running down the sidewalk: still beautiful, still kind, still able to read her like a book. Her heart ached.

She had somewhat kept up with his life through media coverage: he went to college, partied too hard, dropped out, kept partying too hard, traveled the world for five years, and then had to grow up and take over Queen Consolidated when his father passed away. She frowned as she thought about Robert Queen. That man was the father she never had.

And you didn't even send his family a condolence card, she thought, guilt coursing in her veins, Oliver probably needed you.

"Mrs. Palm—Ms. Smoak," her assistant, Avery, corrected herself, cheeks flaming, "your attorney is waiting, shall I send her up?

Felicity nodded, "Please do. What time is my afternoon meeting scheduled for?"

The girl thumbed through her notebook, "At four. You have a little over thirty minutes."

"Thank you, Avery," Felicity said, dismissing her, "I'll see you then."

Avery gave her a small smile and turned to exit the office. A minute later Felicity's attorney, Sara Lance, was entering the room.

"Sara," Felicity greeted her, "thank you for coming by."

"Of course. There are certain things that just shouldn't be discussed via telephone."

Felicity waited for her to continue.

"So right now, Ray wants joint custody of Mia," Sara started, "every other weekend and switching off on the holidays. You can fight it, but, since he really isn't a bad father, I can't see that working out for you. Anyway you can sleep on that one. I came here today to talk about the money. Clearly you're the one that paid the bills, but I am letting you know right now that he will get half of whatever was made total during the length of your marriage. It isn't fair, but life is never fair. He is not entitled to any of the assets you had before you marriage, but everything during it is a free-for-all. There is also Mia's college tuition to consider, along with both of your retirement plans."

Felicity groaned, "I'm going to have gray hair by the end of all of this."

Sara reached across the desk and patted her hand, "I'm sorry, honey. This is just a bump in the road. We can't all have perfect lives, that would be too boring."

Felicity snorted, "Boring? I would kill for a perfect life."

Sara smiled and shook her head, "You'd think that, but my sister Laurel is living every woman in Starling City's dream: she's engaged to Oliver Queen."

All the air left Felicity's lungs as if she had been punched in the gut. She had to physically lift her hand to her chin to shut her mouth.

"I know, I know," Sara laughed, "lucky bitch. Anyway, she flips through wedding magazines all day long while sipping on fruity cocktails with a rock on her finger. And as awesome as that sounds, it seems too fake to me. Just a little too good to be true. Life is a lot more interesting when it doesn't go exactly as planned. Imperfection is beauty and all that jazz."

Felicity was still reeling from the news that Oliver Queen, her Oliver, was engaged.

He's not your Oliver anymore, she corrected herself, get over it.

"Anyway, I have to get going," Sara sighed, standing up, "read clauses three through seven tonight and see if you want me to change anything. We'll talk tomorrow."

Nodding, Felicity offered her a small grumble of agreement and a wave before watching her walk out the door. As soon as it shut behind her, Felicity stood up from her desk and began pacing around the room.

Oliver Queen was engaged. Oliver Queen was getting married. Oliver Queen wanted a family. Oliver Queen was settling down.

It burned just thinking about it. She wanted to scream and cry and hack into every telephone company there was until she found his cell phone number. She wanted to call him and yell at him for not telling her that he was about join lives with another woman. She wanted to tell him the reason she ran all those years ago. She wanted to get back the fourteen years with him that she had lost. It was your decision, she reminded herself, get it together.

Except she couldn't get it together. Her soon to be ex-husband had been fucking random women behind her back, she was days behind on paperwork that needed to be signed to produce a solar powered laptop, and a very small part of her that was still stuck in high school was mourning the fact that Oliver Queen was getting tied down.

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

"Ms. Smoak," Avery greeted her, "Your meeting will start in five minutes."

"Thank you, Avery," Felicity smiled, but she knew it looked more like a grimace. She stood from her desk and followed the girl down the hall and into the conference room. She read the notes left for her and sat as she waited for the rest of the board to file in.

As they spoke, Felicity's mind wandered off to Oliver. In a weird way, she was almost glad that she had run into him. It gave her something to think about other than the woman in her sheets. She thought about his tattoos and their possible meanings, and she worried about the scars and how he got them. She wondered about his fiancee and if she was as nice as Sara. She wondered if Laurel Lance knew Oliver Queen as well as she did. But she mainly thought about how different her life could've been if she had just stayed in Starling City after graduation. There was a very good chance that she could've been in Laurel Lance's position if she had.

A little late to think about it now. You snooze you lose, sister.

By the time the meeting was over she had no clue what she had agreed on or what had been accomplished. The only thing she knew was that fate had led her back to Oliver Queen and she had to see why. She snuck down into the main IT department — her building was composed of many — and logged onto her alias server. She could easily hack from her office, but she felt more at ease when she wasn't sitting behind a desk with a name plate that said "CEO". She ran his name through AT&T, Sprint, Verizon, and T-Mobile, counting the seconds it took before the screen flashed with a match.

Gotcha. She typed the number on the screen into her phone and stared at it. Did she really want to do this? Was she ready to do this? I guess we'll just have to see, she thought as she hit dial.

"Queen," a gruff voice barked, sending chills down her spine.

"How about a drink?" She asked, "I'll even let you send your driver."

"I'm on my way," he replied.

She gulped as she set her phone back down, her stomach twisting in knots. What the hell did you just get yourself into, Felicity?