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

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

left his office, slamming

been waiting outside.

up to you.” “What

sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk

I grabbed Moss, shaking my

nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical

know what I’m

looked at me, disapproving

a bit, and he

that, he walked toward the laboratory

I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point, I

morning, I’ve been doing janitorial work.

mopping, sorting chemical waste in

times, all of which

clearly intentionally causing trouble.

would only burden

was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in the

kicked open the utility room door and

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

is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do

swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said,

the two years I

wrist, dragging me to

this

were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints,

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stains

fists, I

this intentional?”

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

a hard shove.

instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your