Oliver Queen's Assistant: A Short Story

So far it had seemed like a productive day, Talia had made her final move to Starling City from the next city over, River View, for a job interview and a chance at a new life. However, it wasn’t just a job interview; it was for a placement at Queen Industries. Well, the placement wasn’t as one would think. The job advertised was for an assistant. Talia had been in several admin roles for several years on and off. It was something that would have been all too easy; even if it was for a position for Oliver Queen’s assistant. Talia had to practically barge her way into the office for the interview. Despite being head hunted for the position, it seemed they were open to applications. As soon as Talia was filled in on her official role she learned that she had been specifically picked after being watched for some time, the others were simply making it seem real.

Oliver Queen was attractive, that was needless to say. He was handsome, not to mention he’d returned recently from surviving on an island, alone. What was more attractive than a man who could survive nature? It seemed many single, attractive women felt the same. No doubt that was the cover reason for Moira Queen picking her son’s assistant, to find someone for the brains and not the alluring outer shell that would’ve lured in her son. However,

it seemed Moira’s true intentions were so much more… controlling than one could imagine. The luxurious position was offered to Talia with a few requirements. One of the most important seemed to be under no circumstances, sleeping with Oliver. The second was to monitor him; well, she was really going to be a glorified nosey assistant, really.

The idea of being hired for a job to spy on the woman’s son wasn’t appealing; however, the cash was. Talia couldn’t deny she needed it. The young woman couldn’t conceive why Moira Queen would waste such a paycheck just for her to spy on Oliver, it seemed excessive. Then again, they valued money differently. Talia had always struggled for money. Her parents had moved from Norway with she and her sister Sara. The girls had been young at the time so it was safe to say they passed as American with a hint of an accent. Through the years of struggle, Talia and Sara’s parents were taken in a rush of violence; a robbery. It was a night the girls would never forget.

Talia was on her way back to the small home she rented in the Glades.

It seemed to be the only place she could afford to live. Of course there was a bad reputation, but it wasn’t as if she had much of a choice. Sara had ended up in hospital after a freak car accident. Her joints and muscles gave her endless grief, but they couldn’t seem to figure out what was wrong with her. It seemed they were more than happy to keep on providing care for her pain, at a cost. A cost Talia needed to pay. Sara had tried without pain relief for some months; it was the worst months of both of their lives. Talia decided that she would do anything to provide Sara with the treatment she

needed.

It felt as if she’d finally gotten a break. Sure, it wasn’t one she had dreamed for but it was a pleasant change to the way her life had been threatening to turn. At least now she could sleep well knowing she’d be able to keep paying for the treatment.

It was only when Talia began to cross the bridge into the Glades that she noticed the way her car began to groan, a slight thudding noise rumbled from the hood before the machine gave a final loud ‘clunk’ before halting. A soft oath left her pink tinted lips as the petite framed woman slipped from the old, beat up ford. “Oh come on,” She huffed softly as she noticed the smoke rising from the creases in the hood. Talia was hopeless with cars; all she did know is that it’d cost her more than she currently had to get it fixed; it always did.

By the time she had tried restarting the car twice a light trickle of rain began to release from the sky above; droplets soared down and splashed along the dirt covered barely red Fiesta. The blonde offered a muffled sigh as the rain soon began to pour. Great. Not only did her car give up, the rain was getting heavier with every second. There’s no way she’d reach home without being soaked. Talia wished she could remain positive and looking toward her seemingly positive future, but somehow she just couldn’t.

The young woman was approximately five foot six, fairly slender with a curved form. And of course the long blonde curls that she had pinned up in a bun. It was needless to say she was pretty, despite the constant battering of fresh rain drops cascading down her crisp white shirt and her navy skirt suite. After locking the car; she simply attempted to step around the swiftly growing puddles as she began to dial a pickup service. Multi tasking was never a good skill of hers.

As she was walking through the dark streets she bumped into something hard, and somewhat warm. “Oh, I’m sorry,” She breathed softly as her green orbs flashed up toward the person she’d knocked. “Mmm, well, you can make it up to me.” The man was older than her, which would mean he was in his thirties as Talia was twenty-seven. The tall, beefy looking man just glared down toward her. His lip looked as if it had been busted several times in a specific spot, causing coarse tissue to form the upper lip into a strange curl. “Where are you going this late?” His voice boomed down toward her, just as she was backing up to take a short cut home. There was no way she wanted to be trapped in a dark street with this oaf.

As Talia backed up, once again she hit something hard. “Hey!” She snapped as she felt a warm, rough pair of hands grasp her hips and shove her up against a cold, wet wall. Immediately her pace was racing, adrenaline began to flow freely through her veins as she felt callous hands begin to grope around the lining of her skirt. “GET OFF ME!” She hissed viciously, attempting to throw the men off despite her fear; but at no avail. There had only been several times that Talia had been truly scared; currently she knew what she was feeling was real fear. There was no way out. From the way she felt the heat of skin on skin brush against her thigh she knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to magically stop.