League Meeting. And Much Confusion.

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Oliver was tired by the time he got back to the Watchtower. It hadn't been a very good day. He'd spent the afternoon working on some things for Queen Industries, and then his car had broken down, making him late for the League meeting that he himself had called. That never put him in a good mood.

Taking the elevator up to the right floor, he paused when he caught sight of the entire group gathered around, looking upset.

"I know, I know, I'm late," he grumbled.