She didn't seem to recognize him, which brought a small smile to Oliver's face. It was...nice to not instantly be recognized. Since his return, his picture had been plastered over every TV in the city, and most of the pictures available were from his previous life. For just a moment, Oliver felt like his old self again, though he didn't allow himself to dwell on it.<br/><br/>"I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Smoak," he said as he took in her office. One look around had confirmed that she was the ideal candidate for this job. She was managing four screens at once, a feat that was more impressive to Oliver than any trick shot with a bow. Most days, he was lucky to manage the single screen.<br/><br/>As his attention shifted from the office to its owner, it was hard not to dwell on how stunning she was. The files he had gone through didn't have personal photos, so he hadn't been sure what she would look like. Despite his surprise, his expression remained friendly and professional. He knew better than to let his guard down in front of a stranger, even for a moment.<br/><br/>He held out his hand to her. "I'm Oliver Queen, and I'm hoping you have time to take on a little side project for me. If you are too busy, I completely understand. It isn't a big corporate job or anything. I just asked around for the best person to help me with a few odds and ends, and everyone agreed that you were the person to ask." That much, at least, was true. Felicity had made quite the name for herself here already.