Miss Understood  She wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt again.
She made a fist to stop her hands from shaking. She couldn't
remember the last time she was this nervous. Oh, yeah, last
week. The elevator doors opened way sooner than she would have
wanted. She stepped out with determined steps. It was time to
face the music. She took a deep breath, turned the corner and
pushed the glass door open.  "You asked for me, Ma'am?" she
hesitated at the door.  Moira Queen-Steele looked up from the
paperwork at her desk and looked at the pretty blonde girl who
entered her office. "Felicity Smoak. Come in, take a seat."
Felicity swallowed and moved to chair the older woman indicated.
She sat at the edge of the chair, ready to bolt at any moment.
Moira fixed a steely gaze on her. Felicity's thoughts were
rushing everywhere at once. Moira never contacted the IT
department before today. She never seemed to have any use for
it. Out of the blue, Felicity gets a call from her supervisor
telling her that the CEO of Queen Con