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

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

and left his office, slamming the

had been waiting

side and patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What

smiled, mimicking a sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to him—”

grabbed Moss, shaking my

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

okay, I know

me,

eventually, his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly,

the laboratory with

my own well–being. But at this

been doing janitorial work.

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

times,

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

help would only burden

and utterly exhausted. Seated in the utility

Fisher kicked open the utility room door

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

“Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work?

throat and

like these were routine during the two years I served as Nathan’s

wrist, dragging me

inside, he shouted, “Does this look

with water stains and dirty shoe

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yellow stains but also leftover

my fists, I

this intentional?” I asked.

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

gave me a hard

prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

don’t clean properly next time, I’ll shove your ugly