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,

been waiting outside.

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

sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go talk to him—”

I grabbed Moss, shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy

okay, I know what I’m

me, disapproving in his eyes.

a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

toward the

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

morning, I’ve been doing

windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up the bathroom…

colleagues offered help multiple times, all of which

clearly intentionally causing trouble.

help would only burden the person assisting me.

cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly

utility room door and

here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel

to stand with the chair’s support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the restroom clearly isn’t properly

metallic taste in my throat and said,

the two years I served as Nathan’s

me to the men’s

shouted, “Does this look clean to

water

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bore not only yellow stains but

my fists, I

intentional?” I

smirked, “I don’t understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned

gave me a hard

shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out blood.

“If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove