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 became arrogant again.

toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

office, slamming the door shut.

had been waiting

side and patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to

go.” I grabbed Moss, shaking

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

okay, I know what I’m

looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

a bit, and he said

walked toward the laboratory

I seemed so indifferent to my

been

tables, cleaning windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up the

colleagues offered help multiple times, all of

clearly intentionally causing

help would only burden the person

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

kicked open the utility room door and yelled

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

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

taste in my throat and said, “I

during the two years I

grabbed my wrist, dragging me to

shouted, “Does this

were now marked with water

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not only yellow stains but

my fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I asked.

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

gave me a hard

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

clean properly next