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.

too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

and left his office,

been waiting

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

a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go talk to

shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy

I know what I’m

at me, disapproving in

eventually, his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As you wish.”

that, he walked toward the

to my own well–being. But at this

I’ve been doing

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

help multiple times, all of which I declined.

was clearly intentionally

only burden

utterly exhausted.

open the utility room door and

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

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

I swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said,

two years I served as Nathan’s

me to the men’s

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

tidy tiles were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints, and the

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bore not only yellow stains

fists, I quickly

this intentional?” I asked.

saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So… clean it

me a

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

you don’t clean properly