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Oliver needed to get to the information on that laptop. And he had a plan to get it.
Having a father, and now a step-father, as the CEO of a multi-million dollar company meant great help when it came to recovering a document "accidentally" deleted after a wild night partying. He had done it plenty of times when he was still in school. Find someone willing to get in the Queen family good books (or between his sheets) and offer them everything they want.
Oliver got Diggle to drop him off at Queen's Consolidated, and just strolled through the doors. No one stopped him, or even questioned his presence. He hopped onto the elevator and rode up to the 12th floor. He smirked his playboy smile at some of the cuter secretaries on the ride, he had to keep up appearances after all.
He slipped off, shooting back a mock salute at the tittering girls and proceeded deeper into the den of nerds and geeks. He scanned the cubicles, his eyes catching on a small blonde ponytail amongst the short brown spikes. She was an option. He moved in for the kill.
"Felicity Smoak?" The young woman turned around, her eye catching nails flashing to catch a pen that fell as she opened her mouth in shock. She didn't look too bad either.