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 became arrogant

clean the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet

office, slamming the door

been waiting outside.

patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What do you mean?” Moss frowned, “And what about you?”

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll

shaking my head.

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

okay, I know what I’m

at me, disapproving in his

and he said

the laboratory

my own well–being. But at this

morning, I’ve been doing janitorial work.

sorting chemical waste in the lab,

help multiple times,

clearly intentionally causing trouble.

burden

finishing the cleaning, I was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in

the utility room door and

assigned to

support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think

throat and

these were routine during the two years I served as

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

“Does this look clean to you?”

tiles were now marked with water

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stains but also leftover food.

my fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?”

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

a hard

dirty water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly