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.

Fisher

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he emphasized.

and left his office,

had been

experiment is up to you.” “What do you mean?” Moss frowned,

a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go talk to

shaking my head. “It’s

take this anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical labor again, I’m

I know what I’m doing.‘

silently looked at me, disapproving in his

shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat

he walked toward the laboratory with determined

I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at

I’ve been doing janitorial

mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up

multiple times,

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

would only burden the

cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in

Fisher kicked open the utility room door

slack off here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made

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

metallic taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously

like these were routine during the two years I served as Nathan’s Luna.

dragging me to the men’s

this look

once tidy tiles were now marked with water stains and

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yellow stains but also

I

intentional?”

the fact is you haven’t completed

me a hard shove.

to the ground, dirty water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly

warning me before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next