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Quentin had told Laurel about Felicity Smoak by accident. That’s to say, he didn’t even know he had told her. He’d been trying to convince Laurel that the vigilante, now calling himself Green Arrow, wasn’t all bad. She’d scoffed, her determination to bring him to justice undeterred.
That’s when he mentioned that Green Arrow had friends. Good people who believed in his cause, and who helped him. She’d recalled her father telling her about a girl who he suspected had a tie to the vigilante months ago. Somehow she’d forgotten. Knowing he wouldn’t give her the name, she went through all his old files, looking for any statement or report.
She found it. Felicity Smoak. Possible associate of the vigilante known as The Hood.
The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She used her resources with the police department to look up information on her. She was surprised to find that she worked in the IT Department of Queen Consolidated. That’s when she was able to place the name. Oliver had introduced them, at the club. Felicity had been setting up his internet.
Her stomach turned with the knowledge that someone close to Oliver could be working with the criminal she blamed for Tommy’s death. How would Oliver feel? Laurel wasn’t sure how he felt about Green Arrow, truthfully. They hadn’t discussed him at length since Tommy’s death.
Regardless, Felicity was her one current lead on Green Arrow. She needed to talk to her.
When she arrived at Queen Consolidated and asked for Felicity Smoak, they directed her to Oliver’s office. She hesitated slightly, not wanting to involve Oliver until she needed to. She couldn’t afford to put speaking with Felicity off though. The longer she waited, the farther away from catching the vigilante she found herself.
The elevator doors opened, and Laurel immediately spotted the woman she’d come to see. She was sitting behind Oliver’s assistant’s desk.
Felicity looked up at her as she heard her heels click on the hard ground. Her eyes widened in surprise, and looked quickly to Oliver’s office. He was on the phone, looking out the window.
Felicity put on her best smiled and stood to greet Laurel.
"Hello, Ms. Lance. Mr. Queen is currently on a business call, but I can let him know your here if you wouldn’t mind waiting."
Laurel wondered when Felicity had become Oliver’s assistant as she looked her over for some tell tale sign she was aiding and abetting a criminal. All she saw was a beautiful, capable woman. Someone she could imagine being friends with, if the circumstances were different.
"I’m not here to see Oliver", Laurel responded, putting on the air of formality that she adopted while conducting business. "I came to speak with you, Ms. Smoak."
"Me!?", Felicity exclaimed. She looked towards Oliver again through the glass walls. He was still faced away from her on the phone. Laurel felt vindicated that Felicity seemed nervous. Obviously, she had something to hide.
Laurel nodded. “Yes. I’d like to speak with you regarding your association with the vigilante known as Green Arrow.”
Felicity opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Laurel realized suddenly that a Queen Consolidated hallway was probably not the best place to conduct the interview.
"I’d like to arrange a time to speak with you."
Felicity nodded mutely. “Alright”, she said quietly, when she found her voice. “I’m free tomorrow, after 3.”
Laurel smiled successfully. “That’s perfect”, she confirmed as she pulled a business card out of her purse. “Please meet me at my offices at that time.”
Felicity took the card, and looked it over. She swallowed thickly, but met Laurel’s eyes determined. “I will. Thank you for stopping by, Ms. Lance.”
Laurel understood the clear dismissal, and as she had accomplished what she had come to do, she turned and walked away. She glanced at Oliver as she did, and found him watching her anxiously.