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Pausing on the sidewalk, I crane my neck up to take in the entirety of the skyscraper in front of me. The New Metropolis headquarters of Queen Industries, aptly named. What was I doing here? This wasn't the place for a girl like me. Suddenly, I had the urge to turn around and run back to New Mexico... no. I couldn't go back to Roswell. Not now, not

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[oliver_q]

"I need those Gotham accounts closed by morning, if not we'll be looking at a 15% increase in our fiscal margin this month, and while we have the money to cover it, I don't want to pay it, and I'm sure our constituents in London don't either

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I was about to answer one of Mercy's questions when the door opened and someone came through.

Not someone.

Him.

Oliver Queen, the CEO of Queen Industries, otherwise known as Green Arrow. I've seen his picture in the papers. And as much of a shock as it was to this New Mexico girl to find out that superheroes really do exist, it was much more of a shock to find one standing in front of me.

Well, I was applying to be his personal assistant. I guess I'd have had to meet him sooner or later. I guess the reality of it just never hit me.

Like a freaking ton of bricks.

I jump up like someone lit a fire under my seat, and I'm pretty sure I even blushed. Really smooth, Maria.

"Deluca. Maria Deluca."

I feel like I should stretch out my hand for a handshake or something, but is that what I'm supposed to do? I don't know! I didn't sign up for this!

Well, okay, I kind of did, but... still.

[oliver_q]

"Ms. Deluca, a pleasure. I'm Oliver Queen

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The first thing I think, through the nervousness, as we step through the door of Mr. Queen's office is wow. Wealth and decadence everywhere. Suddenly, my life back in Roswell started to seem really quaint and... provincial. Which, I guess, it was. Roswell was no New Metropolis