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 became

scrubbing the toilet

left his office, slamming

had been waiting

up to you.” “What do

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll

I grabbed Moss, shaking my

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

know what I’m

silently looked at me, disapproving in

shoulders relaxed a bit, and

walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

knew Moss was angry because I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point, I had no other

I’ve been doing janitorial

sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in

offered help multiple times,

was clearly intentionally causing

would only burden the

was drenched in sweat and utterly

room door and yelled at

assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like a stab

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

throat and said, “I meticulously

two

wrist, dragging me to the men’s

shouted, “Does this look clean to you?”

marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints, and

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not only yellow stains but

fists, I

this intentional?”

is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So… clean it again.”

me a hard shove.

The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out

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