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Good morning, Starling City. Gossip Girl here – your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Starling’s elite. Top story on my homepage? Oliver Queen. Everybody’s favourite playboy billionaire has just returned from a mysterious five-year absence.
“Laurel, you won’t believe this –“
“Not now, Tommy.”
“Someone saw Oliver getting off the Queen’s Gambit at the harbour!”
Everyone knows Oliver. And everyone is talking.
“Sara! It’s Oliver! He’s here!”
“Oh, my God. Oliver?”
“Who’s Oliver, beloved?”
And Laurel’s sister, Sara? Rumour has it she’s always had a thing for Oliver. Wonder why then she’s been so chummy of late with one Nyssa, daughter of Ra’s al Ghul, Heir to the Demon?
“…Nyssa, please. We’ve talked about this. Here we can’t… You know we can’t.”
“Do you ever plan on coming out to your friends, Sara? To your family, at least?”
Why did Oliver leave? Why did he return?
“Oliver, we really need to talk about your father.”
“Mother, I really–”
“Well, son, it’s been five years. I believe I’ve earned the right to know.”
“Where’s Thea?”
“Staying in Corto Maltese with friends. That’s the official story, anyhow.”
And Oliver’s old friend Tommy won’t let Oliver forget about their friendship, much as Oliver seems to want to pretend it never happened.
“Tommy Merlyn. Champagne and no tie. Glad to see some things never change.”
“Wish I could say the same for you. Whatever happened to you, man? You’re like, all burly and beardy.”
“Working out helped me with some… issues, I had, while I was away.”
“Yeah, that. Where were you?”
“Oh, you know. Around.”
And then there’s Felicity, erstwhile IT girl. Looks like the son of the former CEO is looking to take the reins of Daddy’s company, and everybody knows he can’t possibly do that if he doesn’t know how to send his own emails.
“I need help with my computer.”
“Sure. What’s wrong with it?”
“I spilt a latte on it back at the yacht. And then may have dropped it on the floor and kicked it because it wouldn’t turn on this morning. And last night.”
“Right. Being your EA, does it mean I have to deal with this particular brand of crazy often?”
“Afraid so.”
“Right. I need coffee. …and, by the way, my contract states pretty clearly that I’m not to bring you coffee. Like, ever.”
“Why?”
“Because I went to MIT, and I’m a genius. I refuse to be your coffee girl. As a matter of fact, why don’t you bring me coffee since it looks like I’m the only one doing any work in this office today?”
“…Okay. How do you like your coffee?”
And now that Oliver is back, will Starling City ever be the same? We’re all just dying to see what happens next…
And who am I? That’s a secret I’ll never tell.
You know you love me.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl