The Arrow - Oliver Queen

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Sams POV

"I quit." I state when Oliver and Dig come up the elevator. Felicity was just sitting at my new desk watching everything that's going on.

"No you don't." Oliver denies.

"Yes I do." I tell him. "Not my old job in the IT department but my new job as your executive assistant which you think I'm going to accept. Your thinking could not be more wrong in this matter. Why didn't you ask Felicity anyway?"

"Because I can't have two executive assistants, it's awkward. And I need a Girl Wednesday." Oliver says.

"It's... Friday." I tell him. "And the answer is no!"

"These computers have been upgraded." Oliver tells me motioning to the computers on my new desk. "Far more processing power than your typical secretary." He walks into his office.

"Did you know I worked my ass off to learn everything I know before even going to college?" I ask him as I follow him into his office.

"I did actually." He says walking back over to me.

"Yeah, well I didn't do all that to be someone's secretary."

"Sam! We all need to have secret identities now. If I'm going to be Oliver Queen, CEO then I can't very well travel down 18 floors every time you and I need to discuss how we spend our nights. And you can very well call Felicity up to talk to her about it."

"And I love spending the night with you." I pause and cringe. "Three, two, one. I worked very hard to get where I am," I start again as he walks to his desk with me following, "and it wasn't so I could fetch you coffee!"

"Well, it could be worse." Dig interjects from next to Felicity. "My secret identity is his black driver."

"And mine hasn't changed." Felicity pipes up.

"Right now, I need you to figure out how the hijakers are getting a like on the goods earmarked for Glades Memorial." Oliver tells me. "If we know how they're picking their targets—"

"We'll know when and where to stop them." Dig finishes.

"Fine." I say smacking his desk before walking away from him before turning around again, "Oh! May I get you a cup of coffee?" I ask sarcastically.

He pauses before sighing and asking, "You're not offering to get me coffee, are you?"

I start walking away before answering, "Yeah, no. That won't be happening. Ever!" I walk out with an amused Felicity behind me.

"Well, if you can bring yourself to do it can you please make reservations for Dig, Carly and I Saturday night at Table Salt?" Oliver asks.

I look at Dig before answering, "Sure!" I slam a folder down on my desk. "I'll get right on that. Using the internet, which you also happen to have access to."

"Still haven't told him?" Felicity asks Dig.

"He has enough on his plate." Dig responds walking into Oliver office.

"So," Felicity turns to me amused as we start working. "You're not gonna get him coffee?"

"No!" I respond before looking at her. "Shut up. Let's focus on our work."

I was in the Arrowcave standing next to Felicity. "Never thought I'd say this, but I'm getting more done down in the basement of an abandoned steel factory than in the corner office of a high rise." I say when Dig and Oliver come in.

"What do you have?" Oliver asks looking at our screens.

"FEMAs shipping 100,000 units of medical opiates to Glades Memorial." Felicity tells him.