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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 14, 2013 20:03:00 GMT
Ollie was seated in Moira's office, waiting with her.
"Why am I here again?" Ollie asked.
"You're going to watch this, and you're going to learn a thing or two." Moira replied.
"I'm a competent businessman, mother. I don't need to watch you." Ollie said. Moira ignored him. They were apparently making a deal of some sort with some construction company, so here he was, bored out of his mind.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 14, 2013 20:07:13 GMT
It wasn't much longer until Frank Bertinelli came in along with an associate and a young woman. The woman cast a glance towards Oliver, but her face remained still, showing nothing.
"Moire Queen," Frank said and looked to Oliver, "And this must be your son, Oliver."
Helena took a seat beside her father and took a glance towards Oliver.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 14, 2013 20:12:01 GMT
"Frank Bertinelli, is it?" Moira asked. "This is my son indeed. Who's this young lady?"
Ollie noticed the glance, but ignored it for the moment. He was just going to sit here and be the good, proper son.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 14, 2013 20:13:23 GMT
"My daughter," Frank said, "Helena."
She figured that was a cue to her. She gave them a slight nod, "A pleasure."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 14, 2013 22:30:27 GMT
Both Ollie and Moira inclined their heads in recognition of her statement, Ollie adding a slight smile. "So, to business?" Moira asked.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 14, 2013 22:34:03 GMT
"Yes, business," Frank said, pulling out some documents.
Helena drew out her phone, "I apologize," she said, rising, "Business. I have to go."
"That's fine," Frank told her, "I'm sure the Queens won't mind."
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 2:16:34 GMT
"Excuse me for a moment." Ollie said, rising from his chair and leaving as well.
"Where are you going?" Moira asked.
"Personal business." Ollie replied simply, smiling, before he left. He wanted to see where Helena was off to.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 2:17:52 GMT
Helena strode out a handful of steps ahead of Oliver, but didn't acknowledge him until they were a decent way away from the conference room.
"I'm a big girl," she told him.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 2:19:22 GMT
"I'm not following you." Ollie replied. He had meant to go talk to Felicity about something, but he was more interested in Helena.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 2:20:22 GMT
"So, I step out, then you step out a moment later, and you're saying it's not me you're interested in?" she questioned.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 2:22:42 GMT
"I need to go talk with someone in IT. Her office is down this way." Ollie said, pointing in the direction Helena was walking.
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 2:23:41 GMT
"You still walked out right after me. That's pretty good timing," she said.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 2:24:50 GMT
"A coincidence. Nothing more."
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Post by Helena Bertinelli on Aug 15, 2013 2:26:05 GMT
"Hm," she walked off without another word.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 15, 2013 2:28:26 GMT
Ollie continued following her, but turned at the proper place to go to Felicity's office. He promptly stopped and kept watching her around the corner.
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