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 became

including scrubbing

left his office, slamming

had been

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

smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my new

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go

shaking my head. “It’s

with the recurring old injuries,

I know what

at me,

his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said

walked toward the laboratory

my own well–being. But

morning, I’ve been doing

sorting chemical waste in the

multiple times,

clearly intentionally causing

would only burden

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

utility room door

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

sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I

throat

were routine during the two years I served as Nathan’s

dragging me to the men’s

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

once tidy tiles were now marked with water

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yellow stains

fists, I quickly

intentional?”

saying, but the fact is you haven’t

gave me a

instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black

you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face