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

scrubbing the toilet

and left his office, slamming the door shut.

been waiting

patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What do you mean?” Moss frowned, “And what about you?”

sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go

shaking my

body can’t take this anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring

okay, I know

silently looked at me, disapproving

his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As you wish.”

that, he walked toward the laboratory with

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

been doing janitorial

mopping, sorting chemical waste in the

help multiple times, all of

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

only burden the person assisting

in sweat and utterly exhausted.

kicked open the utility room

you to slack off here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like a stab in

to stand with the chair’s support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your

swallowed the metallic taste in my throat

two years I served as Nathan’s Luna.

me to the men’s

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to

tidy tiles were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe

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only yellow stains but also leftover food.

fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?”

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

a hard

my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

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