The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 135

Diana’s pov

I watched him, unmoving.

Fisher slammed the table, “I’m fucking told you to take off the mask, didn’t you hear?”

“You have no right to demand that of me,” I said coldly.

“I’m in charge now. Dare you say I don’t have the authority?” Fisher stood up from the sofa, angrily approaching me. “Today, I want to see what face hides beneath that mask of yours.”

He reached for my mask.

I seized his wrist, voice colder than before, “I told you, you have no right to demand this.”

Fisher winced in pain.

“Damn bitch, let go of me! Ouch… that hurts!”

“Still want to see my face?” I asked expressionlessly.

Fisher, probably afraid, refused to plead before me and instead forced bravado, “I don’t want to see it! Damn, with that ugly face of yours, looking at it might bring me bad luck.”

Ignoring his verbal attack, I coldly huffed and released him.

Fisher, holding his wrist, stepped back.

Once steady, he glared at me with revenge and calculation in his eyes.

“I may not have the right to take off your mask, but I surely have the right to punish you.”

He ground his teeth, smiling in a sinister manner.

“Since your job performance is lacking, today, you’ll take on janitorial duties. I suppose that’s the only meager value you can contribute to this project.”

I looked at Fisher coldly.

Perhaps remembering my earlier ruthlessness, he instinctively took a step back. “What’s that look? Don’t you accept it? Let me tell you, I’m sent by William! I—” “I don’t object,” I impatiently interrupted Fisher, “I accept the punishment.

I had no desire to endure Fisher’s foolish remarks any longer.

me obedient, Fisher became arrogant again.

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

office,

had been waiting

to his side and patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What do

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go talk

shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical labor

I know

silently looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

a bit, and he said

the laboratory with determined

I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point, I had no

I’ve been doing janitorial

sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up

multiple times, all of which I declined.

was clearly intentionally causing

burden the

the cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in the utility room, I took a

kicked open the utility room door and

here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?”

is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the restroom clearly isn’t properly

I swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned

like these were routine during the two years I served

me to the men’s

he shouted, “Does this look clean to you?”

once tidy tiles were now marked with water

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bore not only yellow stains but also leftover food.

I quickly

intentional?” I asked.

understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So…

me a hard

instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

“If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face into the