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.

obedient, Fisher became

clean the toilets too, including scrubbing

his office, slamming the door shut.

had been waiting outside.

experiment is up to you.” “What

I smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go

Moss, shaking

body can’t take this anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with

know what

silently looked at me, disapproving in his

relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

toward the laboratory

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

morning, I’ve been doing janitorial work.

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

offered help multiple times, all

clearly intentionally

help would only burden the

the cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly

room door and yelled at

tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath

he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I

throat and said,

were routine during the two years I

me to the men’s restroom.

he shouted, “Does this look clean

marked with water stains and

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not only yellow stains but also leftover food.

my fists, I quickly

intentional?” I asked.

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

me a hard shove.

water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out,

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