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.

obedient, Fisher became arrogant

scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

left his office, slamming

had been waiting outside.

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

sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go

shaking

coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical labor again, I’m

know

at me, disapproving in his

bit, and

walked toward the

so indifferent to my own well–being. But at

morning, I’ve been doing

cleaning windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste

offered help multiple times,

clearly intentionally causing

burden the person

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

room door and yelled at me.

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

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

swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said,

like these were routine during the two years I

me to the men’s restroom.

“Does this look clean

marked with water stains and

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not only yellow stains but

fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I

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

me a hard

the ground, dirty water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

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