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

too, including scrubbing

office, slamming

had been waiting

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

a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll

I grabbed Moss, shaking my

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

okay, I know what

silently looked at me, disapproving in his

eventually, his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

toward the laboratory with determined strides.

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

morning, I’ve been

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

offered help multiple times, all

intentionally causing trouble.

only burden the

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

open the utility room door and

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

he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the

taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned

routine during the two years I

wrist, dragging me to the men’s restroom.

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

tidy tiles were now marked with water

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not only yellow stains but also leftover food.

my fists, I quickly understood.

intentional?” I

smirked, “I don’t understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you

me a hard shove.

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

leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly face into the toilet.”