Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Four]

"Laurel." Amelia shouted in glee as she ran to her friends desk. Laurel had just finished speaking to one of Adams clients, or better yet victims on the phone as she heard the red heads voice. "I just got a call from one of Adam Hunts very grateful clients. Their money was returned." She smiled.

Laurel nodded and grinned at Amelia.  "I know, I just got a phone call from another one of his clients. Fifty thousand dollars appeared in their bank account." She told the red head.

"Do you think the man in the green hood had anything to do with it?" Amelia asked, chewing on her lip. This guy intrigued her.

Laurel looked around to see if anyone was listening, before answering Amelia. "Okay I'm only telling you this because your my friend and I trust you. I overheard my dad on the phone when I visited him last night. Adam Hunt was attacked last night. The man wore a hood and had a bow and arrow." She said? Keeping her voice low.

"I knew it." Amelia exclaimed, smiling.

"Amelia, this guy, whoever he is. He's bad news." Laurel told her sternly.

"You don't know that Laurel." She retorted.

Laurel rolled her eyes and sighed. "It doesn't matter, we have work to do."

"Yep, Martin Somers. What a joy."

Laurel laughed. "Oh, em, Laurel I'm not working late tonight, I've got this evening off. Just thought I'd let you know cause I know you're working late." Amelia said, feeling slightly awkward.

"Why?" Laurel asked out of curiosity.

"Why, what?" Amelia said, playing dumb.

"Why aren't you working late tonight?"

Amelia cleared her throat. "Dinner at Oliver's."

Laurel smiled, which suprised Amelia. "Queen finally asked you out?"

"What? No!" Amelia said, shocked.

"Oh come on. Everyone, except Oliver knows you love him." Laurel said rolling her eyes.

"Seriously? Why am I only being told this now?" Amelia cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

Laurel laughed.

"You - you don't find that weird do you?" Amelia asked slowly.

Laurel shook her head. "Oh god, no! Anything that was between Oliver and I fizzled out a long time ago. It's obvious that you two are made for each other."

Amelia blushed. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She felt relieved that there was nothing between Oliver and Laurel anymore, nor would there ever be.

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Dinner at the Queens was both formal and casual, if that made any sense. So Amelia dressed in a lemon coloured, mid thigh dress, with a pale blue collar and heels. As soon as she walked through the door, she was almost knocked down by an excited Thea.

"You're here." She squealed, hugging her.

"Of course I am. I said I would be." Amelia laughed. "Also, you weren't supposed to be at Oliver's party the other night." She added, pretending to be annoyed.

Thea smiled sheepishly. "Oops."

"Thea." Moira called out to her daughter as she walked into the hallway. "Oh hello Amelia. You look beautiful dear."

"Thank you Moira." Amelia smiled. "And thank you so much for the dress."

Moira waved her hand. "It was no problem. Thea, call your brother for dinner, please."