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

the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

turned and left his office, slamming

had been

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

a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go

Moss, shaking

with the recurring old

know

at me, disapproving in his eyes.

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

that, he walked toward the

so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point, I had no other

I’ve been doing janitorial work.

chemical waste in the lab,

multiple times, all of which I declined.

clearly intentionally causing

only burden the person assisting

finally finishing the cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in the utility room, I

Fisher kicked open the utility room door and yelled at me.

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

“Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t

my throat and

these were routine during the two years

my wrist, dragging me to the

he shouted, “Does this look clean to you?”

tiles were now marked with water stains and dirty

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bore not only yellow stains but also leftover

my fists, I quickly

intentional?” I asked.

understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the

gave me a hard shove.

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 time, I’ll shove your ugly face into the toilet.”