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.

Fisher

scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

his office, slamming the

been waiting

is up

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to him—”

go.” I grabbed Moss, shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

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

know what I’m doing.‘

silently looked at me,

and

he walked toward the laboratory with determined

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

I’ve been doing janitorial work.

waste in the lab, tidying up the

multiple times, all of which I

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

help would only burden the person assisting me.

drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

room

you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like

stand with the chair’s support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in

swallowed the metallic taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned

two years

my wrist, dragging me to the men’s restroom.

“Does this

tiles were now marked with water stains and

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not only yellow stains but also leftover

I quickly understood.

intentional?” I

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

gave me a hard

shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The

warning me before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next