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

including scrubbing the

turned and left his office, slamming the door

been

experiment is up to you.” “What do you

sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go talk to

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

sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy physical labor again,

know what

me,

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

toward the laboratory with

so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this

morning, I’ve been doing

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

offered help multiple times, all

was clearly intentionally

help would only burden the person assisting me.

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

room door and yelled at me.

tasks assigned

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

in my throat and said, “I meticulously

like these were routine during the two years I

me to the men’s restroom.

“Does this look clean

were now marked with water stains

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stains but also leftover food.

fists, I quickly

intentional?”

the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks

gave me a hard

clothes. The unexpected

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