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 became

scrubbing the toilet

turned and left his office, slamming the door shut.

had been

is up to you.” “What

I smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go

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

coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy

know what

silently looked at me, disapproving in

relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly,

toward the laboratory with determined strides.

indifferent to my own well–being. But at

I’ve been doing janitorial

sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up the bathroom…

help multiple times, all of

intentionally causing

only burden

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

utility room door and yelled at me.

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

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

in my throat and

were routine during the two years I served as Nathan’s Luna.

dragging me to the men’s restroom.

shouted, “Does this look clean to

with water stains and dirty shoe

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only yellow stains but also leftover

I quickly

this intentional?” I

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

a hard shove.

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

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