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 arrogant again.

too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

turned and left his office,

had been waiting outside.

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

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll

shaking

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

know what

looked at me, disapproving in his

shoulders relaxed a bit, and

that, he walked toward the

seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at

morning, I’ve been

chemical waste in the lab,

help multiple times, all of which I

clearly intentionally causing

burden the

utterly exhausted. Seated in the utility room, I took a

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

assigned to you?” Fatigue made every

“Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the restroom clearly

metallic taste in my throat and

like these were routine during the two years

grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to

once tidy tiles were now marked with water stains

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bore not only yellow stains but also leftover food.

fists, I quickly

intentional?” I

saying, but the fact is you haven’t

gave me a

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

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