"Ray."

The introduction provided with a lot to unpack. Thus far, he'd only had the fortune - misfortune? - of dealing with the likes of his uncle, and whatever proxies and subordinates Uncle Bill had seen fit to use as avoidance tactics. The Board of Directors for his father's company were, currently at least, a mystery to him, beyond the mental version of them that he had been able to construct from their public personas, financial records, and gossip columns. With Morgan Edge, he'd known to expect shrewd, opportunistic, and the greasy kind of charismatic that left you feeling the need to wash immediately after a conversation. You could learn all that from the kinds of politicians he helped finance, the way his charitable giving focused on whatever causes would earn the most positive PR for a given year, and the content of his occasional op-ed contributions to the Gotham Globe.

In person, Oliver was able to learn more. You could see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. It was not some persona, an outward visage adopted to maximise profits, concealing the true reality beneath. Spend enough time around the Bruce Waynes, Barry Allens, and Clark Kents of the world, and you got a feel for those sorts of things. Oliver had grown up around people who'd grown up to become Morgan Edges of their own. Needy. Greedy. Insecure. Ambitious. Arrogant. They were the fake it until you make it types, the people who believed that the first step in convincing others of your bullshit was to wholeheartedly believe it yourself. There were people who were superficial, people who lacked commitment to the persona they portrayed; and then there were people like Edge, the method actor approach to public perception. Morgan Edge was not a disguise that was shrugged off behind closed doors, the way that Oliver Queen was. Edge was the real deal, and every second that the offered handshake lasted was a second too long for Oliver's tastes.

Despite all that, the name was what offended him most. It was a subtle difference, an o for an a. It was a mistake that Oliver would probably make himself from time to time, particularly given the significance of a particular Roy in his own life. But when Oliver made a mistake like that, it would be an accident. Edge making it was something worse, because of why he had attempted to use Ray's name in the first place. Edge was CEO of a company that employed thousands. There was no way he could possibly know the name of an employee working IT for one of those constituent parts. No one would ever have expected him to know that; it was not possible to be that sort of employer. Yet, Morgan Edge pretended to be. He'd put effort into trying to portray himself in that manner, learning the name of whomever the Editor had asked to show Oliver around; and despite that effort, he still got it wrong. He still didn't care enough to truly commit to that effort; and, even though Oliver had called him out on it, he knew that Edge would simply shrug it off. At least he had tried, that would be the mindset.

Part of him wanted to respond in kind, to refer to Edge as Megan, or Michael, some cutting retribution for Edge's own arrogant error. That was the Green Arrow thing to do, but not the Oliver Queen thing. While Oliver Queen was charitable, personable, and far more attentive than the stereotype that Morgan Edge embodied so well, he was also diplomatic enough and tolerant enough to hold his tongue in situations like this.

"He hasn't steered me wrong so far," was what Oliver settled upon, keeping his voice polite, but to the point. He allowed a brief pause to follow, mustering enough inner strength and control of his gag reflex to muscle through the next sentence. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr Edge? Something I can help you with?"