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

toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

office, slamming the door shut.

had been waiting

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

smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go

grabbed Moss, shaking my

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

okay, I know

silently looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat

he walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

knew Moss 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.

sorting chemical waste

offered help multiple times, all

was clearly intentionally

only burden the person assisting

in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated

Fisher kicked open the utility room door and

told you to slack off here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every

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

the metallic taste in my throat

routine during the two years I

me to

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to

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

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not only yellow stains

I quickly

intentional?” I asked.

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

me a

prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out blood.

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