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

the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet

left his office, slamming the door

had been waiting outside.

his side and patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.”

a sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to him—”

grabbed Moss, shaking my head.

with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy

know what

at me, disapproving in

a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

that, he walked toward the laboratory with

was angry because I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point, I had no

morning, I’ve been doing

sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the

help multiple times, all of

clearly intentionally causing

help would only burden the person assisting

in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in

utility room door and yelled

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

metallic taste in my throat and

two years I

my wrist, dragging me

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

now marked with water

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only yellow stains but also leftover

my fists, I quickly

this intentional?”

understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I

me a

my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me

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