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 again.

the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

his office, slamming the door shut.

been

shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up

mimicking a sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go talk to

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

anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old

know

at me, disapproving

bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

toward the laboratory with determined strides.

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

morning, I’ve been doing

sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying

offered help multiple times, all of which I declined.

intentionally causing

help would only burden the person assisting

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

utility room door and yelled at

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

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

were routine during the two years I served as

grabbed my wrist, dragging me

he shouted, “Does this look clean to

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

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bore not only yellow stains but

my fists, I

this intentional?”

but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you. So… clean it

gave me a hard

my clothes. The unexpected pain almost

clean properly next time,