A/N Thanks so much for the follows/ favourites and reviews! Hope this one keeps you feeling confident ;)

Spoilers: Specifically "Deathstroke" but be up to date before you read this.

Disclaimer: None of it is mine. CW and DC get all the fun bits.

It felt very strange, signing in at the security desk for a building with his name emblazoned on the outside. However, Oliver did not currently hold any official position at Queen Consolidated and as such was victim to a newly heightened security protocol. Oliver, Laurel and the Queen family attorney representing Thea's interests all had to sign in and leave behind a piece of photo ID to be picked up when they returned their visitors badges.

Walking into his office and his meeting rooms, which weren't his anymore made him feel ashamed. His parents had worked their whole adult lives to secure this for him and now Oliver had to argue with men and women who knew Robert and Moira Queen so well why he should be given a second chance. Laurel squeezed his arm reassuringly

"Ollie, we've got this." He looked at her and nodded. The argument was solid, but people in power very rarely wanted to give it up. The board would not let him back in without a fight.

"Isobel Rochev got Mr Queen to sign over his power in the company by orchestrating a situation that would take all of his attention and emotionally distress him. He was not in a proper state of mind to be making those decisions." Laurel argued.

"We were all manipulated by Ms Rochev." Marc Stanford, the interim CEO agreed. "The board was unaware of her connection to Mr Wilson or of her vendetta against the Queen Family."

"Then why is this even an issue? It can't be very good for PR to have the only heir left of Queen Consolidated is on the street, penniless because a psychopath overthrew the company while his sister was kidnapped by a madman?" Marc looked from the young lawyer to Oliver.

" Because frankly Ms Lance, your client wasn't very good at his job." The middle aged man began. "Oliver was notoriously late if he bothered to show up at all. He left meetings early, Never read the reports he was supposed to and floundered on every tough decision that needed to be made. Our stock had already begun to fall before Ms Rochev approached us as proxy."

" I can do better." Oliver said.

" I know you can." Marc replied. "But the board isn't willing to risk the entire company on it. Not yet." One of the other board members passed Marc a file. "Shortly before Ms Rochev," He paused not quite sure how to finish the sentence. "She had decided to shut down your sister's nightclub." He slid the file across the table to the trio. " In there you'll find a new rental agreement, very hospitable terms, and a few terms and conditions." Oliver glanced at the forms before passing them to Laurel and Thea's lawyer. " Start small, get your footing. In time you'll be back here. They all stood as the former and current CEOs shook hands. "Worked for your father."

Once they were down in the lobby and no longer under scrutiny Oliver asked the obvious question. "So can we do it? Steve?"

"Thea won't object. I'm just supposed to make sure she gets her half of the proceeds from the sale of the house. Everything else she said was up to you." He offered excuses of having to get to another appointment and shook Laurel and Oliver's hands. The friends made their way towards a coffee shop to go over the documents.

"So are you all moved in? What's Felicity's place like?" Oliver gave Laurel a side eyed glance. "What?" He didn't say anything letting her put the pieces together. " So where are you actually staying." She asked quietly.

"Somewhere safe." He replied weighting his words so that she understood what that meant. Laurel scanned the document until her eyes hit something concerning.

" Well I hope you don't have a lot of stuff there and I really hope that Felicity's place isn't a studio."

"What are you talking about?" Oliver asked Laurel pulled out the pages of the Verdant contract and pointed at a paragraph.

"They've put in a breach of trust clause. If you are found to be knowingly deceiving the board in any way, they take Verdant and you forfeit your claim to QC." Oliver took the contract from her and read it again. "Lying about where you live would definitely be a part of that."

He sighed and took out his phone. He thumbed through his speed dial until Felicity's face showed up.

" Felicity? I'm still upstairs. You have time for a coffee break?"