Author's note: Hiya you! So, this is my fanfic about the Arrow, and it's a bit different to the show. This story is set kinda around season 2, but the timeline will not be matching up exactly to the events in the show, so sorry about that in advance. So, the obvious differences between the show and my story are:

~Felicity has just graduated college and she wants to work at QC's applied science division

~Felicity doesn't know Oliver is the Arrow

~Tommy is still alive and funny as ever (thank me later)

~Tommy doesn't know that Oliver is the Arrow yet

~Tommy and Thea don't yet that they are siblings (the will find out in this story, but it will be weird at first between the two. You'll understand soon)

~Sara is still dead (for the first time!)

~Laurel and Oliver are friends (yes, friends ;) )

~Laurel and Tommy are NOT dating (sorry for all those who were rooting for them)

And somethings you need to know about my story that differ from the show:

~Oliver still was stranded at Lian Yu

~Thea and Roy are dating (woop woop!)

~Thea does NOT know about Oliver being the Arrow yet

~Diggle and Roy are both parts of Team Arrow

~Oliver is the CEO of QC

~The Arrow cave is under Queen Consolidated (QC)

~Mrs Queen was not a part of Malcolm Merlyn's massacre

~Everyone still believes Malcolm is dead

Oh, and btw, I mentioned a business called 'Howard's and Son's' which is just a made up business name fyi.

I doubt all my chapters will be this long, but I'll try. Also, I probably update at least once a week. Anything else I missed I will write in the next A/N. Please let me know what you think!

Felicity

"Dammit", I grouched as I walked onto the platform and seeing that the train to Starling City had already left. I tugged at my suitcase, finding a bench to sit on while I wait for the next train, which wasn't scheduled for another hour. I couldn't wait to get to Starling, it was the home to my dream job - an occupation in the Queen Consolidated applied science division. I had just graduated college with a major in computer science and I was ready to put that degree to work. Now I just had to get there.

Oliver

"Mr Queen, your 2 o'clock is here," the pesky receptionist called out towards my office. I had to get a new assistant; Miz Barker, as she preferred to be called - which I think suits her to at - needed to go. I thought when Tommy told me he was picking out a personal secretary himself, I thought he would choose a hot, young chic who would get me coffee whenever I asked. Instead, my best friend sent me a 50-something old lady with hawk-eye glasses and a fierce grouch whenever I asked for a coffee.

"Send him in," I shouted back, sinking deeply into my desk-chair, staring at the pile of paperwork on my desk. I couldn't wait for this day to be over. I had so much to do, at home, and in other places.

"She, sir," a soft female voice came from the doorway. I looked up. There, framed by the doorway, was a cute, pretty, young woman wearing a black-and-white striped skirt paired with a white blouse and her blonde hair gently flowing around her shoulders.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, just remembering what she had said.

"You said to your assistant 'send him in', when I am a girl, obviously," she rambled, walking towards my desk.

"Obviously," I mumbled, looking her over. She was quite a hottie.

"Pardon? What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. What did you say your name was again?' I asked, trying to figure out why she was here.

"Oh, I didn't say. I'm Felicity Smoak," she said her name like it was supposed to mean something to me.

I looked at her questioningly. "Doesn't ring a bell…."

"I'm here for an interview," she prompted

I glanced down at the files on my desk, rambling through them to find a memo about this interview. "I don't see anything here about an interview," I told her. "And what position are you applying for anyway?"

"The applied science division," Felicity stated matter-of-factly.

"Doesn't a manager or someone else conduct interviews for those divisions?" I questioned, confused again about why she is here.

"Well, the man at the entrance told me to come this way when I told him who was. I suspect that for new employees for this certain division have an interview with the CEO."

I sighed, still getting used to being CEO of a million-dollar company. When I had gotten back from Lian Yu, Walter had resigned from the position, offering it to me as if he expected me to want it. At first, I thought to decline, but then I had the idea to have my lair in the basement of the skyscraper; the perfect cover. CEO by day, and vigilante by night. That way, I could sneak off into the secret elevator I had installed in the wall of my office to the Arrow Cave - as Roy likes to call it- whenever I was needed. Well, almost always, besides the times that Miz Barker is watching me like a hawk through the glass walls of my office.

"Take a seat," I motioned to the matching chairs opposite my own. She sat daintily. I decided to begin with the basic interview questions. "What qualifications do you have?" I asked.

Before she answered, Felicity handed me a piece of paper from her bag. "I bought an extra resume, just in case," she explained. I chuckled, glancing over the sheet.

"You graduated from MIT?" I asked, surprised.

"Yep," she told me. "Last week."

I looked up. "Why come here so soon? Didn't you want to celebrate? Go on a trip or something?"

"Working at QC has been my dream for a long time, and I didn't want it to wait any longer than I had to," Felicity glanced around my office. "Pretty nice space you have here," she commented.

"Thank you," I said absentmindedly, fascinated by this woman who sat in front of me. "So you graduated from MIT last week, correct?"

"Yep," she affirmed.

"How old were you when you got into college?"

"Seventeen,"

I nodded my head slowly. "Interesting. And why you were at college did you have any other jobs similar to the one you're applying for?"

"I worked at a cafe part-time and as an intern at Howard's and Son's Corporation at their IT department."

Again I nodded my head, pleased with the petty woman's answers so far. "And how long did you work with them?"

"The cafe or Howard's?"

"Howard's," I chuckled.

"Oh, of course. Why would you want to know about my job at G's Cafe? Duh," Felicity rambled until I cocked my head. "Oh, um, I worked at Howard's for just under a year, in my senior year at college."

"And what did you major in at MIT, if I may?"

"Of course you may. You're the CEO and the one asking the questions. You don't have to ask m." She shocked her head. "I'm rambling again, aren't I? Computer Science. That's what I majored in."

I asked a few more questions to Ms Smoak, concluding that she would be a wonderful employee to have at QC. I stood up from my chair, reaching across the desk to shake her hand.

She stood as well, and when our hands touched, a spark of something travel through my hand and up my arm. Judging by her slight gasp of surprise, she felt it too. Dangit! Was this some type of cliche where we magicly have feelings for each other even though we had just met?! I admit, she is kinda cute, and I was attracted to her, but if she was going to work for my company, I better turn down the feelings. It's not like we would see each other that often, especially if she was going to work in the applied science division. I looked down and noticed that I was still holding her hand. I quickly drew mine back.

"Um, uh, I will give you a call soon, with my answer," I told her, having already decided, but decided to make sure with the head of the applied science division.

"Okay," Felicity gathered her bag in her hand and headed to the door.

"Felicity?" I called out, stopping her in her tracks.

She turned. "Yes?"

"Uh, goodbye," I said, mentally kicking myself. What did I think I was going to say to her?

"Bye," she gingerly waved her hand and walked out of the door. And probably out of his life. Oh well, he thought to himself. He had tons of other women dying to be his date.

I called the manager for the Applied Science division to tell him that I believed Felicity Smoak would be a great addition to QC. I was halfway through my praises of Ms Smoak when Jacob - the manager - interrupted me.

"I'm sorry sir, but did you say she wanted to join the computer and technology section?" the 60-something-year-old man asked.

"Yes, that is correct," I affirm, hoping there wasn't a problem. There was.

"Well, sir, QC has a by-law that states that there is a maximum amount of employees allowed in that section, something about having a limited amount of employees that we trust so none would leak our research and ideas, and we just reached that limit as of a few months ago."

"Seriously?!" I sighed into the phone. "And there's nothing I can do about it?"

"I'm afraid not, sir, but looking at the papers now, it looks like there is a current employee that is going to retire in a few weeks."

"Good," I said, leaning back in my chair. "When exactly will he leave?"

"Um," I could hear shuffling of some papers across the line, "4 weeks, sir."

"Okay. Thank you, Jacob. And please, call me Oliver, not sir. It makes me feel old."

"Yes sir - uh, Oliver."

I hung up the phone, sighing as I put in back into the cradle. What was I going to do? I would hate to slow Felicity's dreams to work at QC, but there was nothing I could do, for 4 weeks at least.

"Mr Queen!" an irritating voice shouted out. "Your friends' on line one".

I picked up the phone again, wondering which one of my friends would be calling me at work. They all knew my cell number.

"Oliver," Tommy's voice sounded through the line, "you still up to going to Verdant tonight?"

"Yeah, I can get off work around 5, I think," I told my best friend. I was so glad he was alright after he was pinned down by some rumble during the massacre that happened due to Tommy's own father's Earthquake Machine. It had taken a few hours to get a group of men to help me get Tommy safely to the hospital, which, despite being super busy because of the earthquake, we managed to get Tommy checked into and he survived with only a few scars. "Question: why did you call my office rather than my cell?"

"It must have been dead, the call didn't go through," Tommy explained half-heartedly. "Anyway, is your sister coming to the club tonight too?"

"Why do you ask?" I questioned my friend, ready to hurt him real bad if he hurt Thea.

"Just wondering," he replied innocently. "By the way, is she still single?"

That was it. "Tommy! You know she thinks of you like a brother right?"

"Well, not after that fundraiser I hosted for CNRI," he told me.

"What?! What did she do?"

"Only tried to kiss me," I could practically hear Tommy shrug it off. "Nothing but what most girls do to me every day. Perks of being a handsome millionaire I guess."

"I am going to have a serious talk with her when I get home," I growled.

"Gosh, Oliver, you sound like her father," Tommy spoke into the phone. "Is she single?"

I let out a frustrated breath. "Not that it's any of your business, but I think she is dating this kid, Roy something."

"Oh?" Tommy's interest perked.

"Yeah, he's from the Glades, and he works for me," I told Tommy.

"As an employee at the club, or with the other guy?" Tommy's voice lowered at the last part.

"Both."

"Wow. Must be an interesting guy to be working for the Arrow and to be dating your sister."

"You jealous?"

"About working with you or about Thea?"

"Thea," I answered, wondering if my best friend was actually interested in my sister.

"Kinda. I guess I'll just have to meet the guy."

"Well, fortunately for you, Roy will be working tonight at Verdant, and I do believe Thea is

coming too."

"Cool," there were some muffled voices on the other line. Tommy's voice came back. "Look, I

have to go, but I'll see you later tonight, okay?"

"Yep," we ended the call and I leant back in my chair, looking out of the glass walls of my office.

The wonderful view of the city that you could see from this floor's windows was interrupted by the

sight of Miz Barker. I sighed as I thought about the secretary. She was so annoying, and I had to find a replacement for her as soon as possible. An idea came to my mind. One involving a certain Ms Smoak.

A/N: Please let me know what you think!