Fighting for the Heart

Untitled Part 17

Felicity hurried into her office the next morning, rushing past Curtis with instructions to meet in her office in five minutes to go over her calendar. She wanted to get to work on trying to find out who sent the letter to Tom and she was excited to use a skill she rarely was able to use. Few people knew that Felicity was a proficient hacker. She had gone into sports management as a fluke, but she loved it and would not change her career for anything.

She sat down at her desk and logged into her computer as she waited for Curtis. He soon came in and they discussed her calendar and what she had going on for the day. Realizing there was nothing pressing, she told him to reschedule her appointments and clear her day. She did not want to be interrupted.

She quickly started typing and soon she had tapped into the security cameras at the fighting venue where Oliver fought Bulldozer. She had a lot of footage to scrub, so she hacked into the SCPD's facial recognition software and soon she was examining footage.

Felicity stood up and stretched three hours later a little frustrated and a little disheartened. So far, she had nothing. But she was not going to give up on her search. She grabbed her purse, realizing that she needed a break and walked out to Curtis' desk.

"I am going to lunch. I will be back in an hour." She walked on the elevator and pulling out her phone she texted John.

F: Hey do you have time to meet for lunch?

J: Sure, where do you want to meet?

F: How about Big Belly Burger on Fifth Street?

J: See you there in five.

Felicity placed her phone back in her purse as she walked to her car and quickly drove to Big Belly. John had been in the military and was an expert not only in martial arts but in finding people and she was hoping he could help her.

***

Emily sat in her hotel room, a smirk crossing her red lips. Tom had just called her to let her know that Oliver had left Felicity's house last night angry. She needed to call Laurel and give her a great big thank you. She had exchanged numbers with Laurel two years ago when Laurel had stopped by to see Oliver on one of her tirades. Laurel had it out for Oliver, and when she realized that Emily wanted revenge as well the two had exchanged phone numbers. Laurel had told her she would call her one day, and that day had come three days ago.

It seems that Laurel had stumbled on some information regarding Oliver and his manager and Emily felt jealousy well up inside of her when Laurel hinted that they might be seeing each other personally. Emily had been surprised when Laurel mentioned the man Tom. It seems that Tom worked in the sports industry and when his date with Felicity had gone south, he had sour grapes. Recently when the article about Oliver had been published and he saw that Felicity was Oliver's manager, he had approached the magazine to find out Felicity's contact information. At that point he had met Laurel and after conversing they realized they had something in common. They had formed a plan.

It had only taken a little time to get Emily to fly to Starling before Laurel put her plan into motion. Now they had to just sit back and see if it worked. Or at least that is what Laurel wanted her to do. But Emily was impatient. She wanted to see Oliver so she was planning on stopping by his apartment tonight.

She smiled as she fingered the lingerie on her bed. She already her outfit or lack thereof picked out for the evening. She could not wait for him to see her tonight and hopefully pick up where they had left things so many years before.

***

Felicity watched John walk up with a smile. She stood and hugged him before taking her seat, and they ordered their food as John looked at her curiously.

"So what's going on?" John asked. "It is rare I get to see you for lunch.

"So last night I was at home and Tom stopped by." she said. John looked at her surprised. She had told John of her date with Tom back when it happened and he also knew how it ended.

"He brought this note and told me he had been thinking about me." She handed John the note and he read it with a frown on his face.

"This is not your handwriting." John said. "Do you know who wrote it?"

"No. And Oliver came by while Tom was there and left angry. I told Tom I did not write the note and he left. When I went to see Oliver he told me the reason he had left was because he recognized the handwriting and he was angry that someone had set me up." Felicity picked up her fork as her good was set before her. She had skipped breakfast so she was hungry.

"The woman that wrote the note is a nurse that Oliver slept with while he was in rehab." Felicity said as she ate.

John blew out a breath. "But how the hell did she find out about and get hooked up with Tom?"

"That is what I need to find out. I am working on going through the footage of the security cameras as the arena but I need your help." Felicity put down her fork and gave John a hopeful look. "I can't let this woman ruin all of Oliver's hard work. He is on his way back to the top John, and he deserves it."

John looked at her curiously. "Can I ask you a personal question Felicity? And please, be honest with me. Are you and Oliver sleeping together?"

Felicity paused as she thought of answering him. John was one of her dearest and most trusted friends. She knew he would keep their relationship a secret if she asked him to do so. She just wasn't sure she wanted to involve him just yet. But she couldn't lie.

"We are seeing each other John. But we are keeping it secret right now because I don't want the focus of Oliver's come back to be him dating his manager." she said, and John started laughing.

"What is so funny?" Felicity asked, looking perplexed.

"Lyla owes me $50." John said with a grin.

Felicity was floored. "You mean you two knew?"

"It was obvious after seeing you two together at the last fight. The way you two were looking at each other spoke volumes", he said.

Felicity looked concerned.

"Don't worry. It was only obvious to Lyla and I because we know you so well", he reassured her.

"So. Will you help me John?"

John thought for a moment and then covered her hand with his and squeezed.

"Let's do this!" he said.