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

the toilets too, including scrubbing the

office, slamming the door

been waiting outside.

his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.”

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my new

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go talk to

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

body can’t take this anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries,

I know what I’m doing.‘

silently looked at me,

relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As

that, he walked toward the laboratory

Moss was angry because I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But

morning, I’ve been doing

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

colleagues offered help multiple times,

was clearly intentionally causing trouble.

burden the

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

utility room

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

stand 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 the restroom clearly isn’t properly

metallic taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned every

these were routine during the two years I served as

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

“Does this

now marked with water stains and dirty

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only yellow stains but also leftover food.

my fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I

is you

a hard shove.

my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out blood.

don’t clean properly next time,