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 arrogant again.

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

his office,

had been waiting

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

a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to

shaking my head.

with the recurring old injuries, doing

okay, I know

looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly,

he walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

to my own well–being. But at this point, I had

been doing

mopping, sorting chemical waste in the

offered help multiple times, all

intentionally

burden the person assisting

I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

room door

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

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

throat and said, “I meticulously

were routine during the two years

dragging me to the

this look clean to you?”

now marked with water

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not only yellow stains

I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I asked.

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

gave me a hard

clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I

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