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 again.

clean the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he

turned and left his office,

been

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

smiled, mimicking a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go

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

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

okay, I know

me, disapproving

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

walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

to my own well–being. But

morning, I’ve been doing janitorial work.

mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up

colleagues offered help multiple times,

intentionally causing trouble.

burden

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

kicked open the utility room door and yelled

to slack off here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like a stab in

“Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check

in my throat and said, “I meticulously

during the two years I served

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

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to

marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints,

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yellow stains but also

my fists, I quickly

intentional?” I asked.

smirked, “I don’t understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed

gave me a

ground, dirty water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made me black out, and I nearly spat out

you don’t clean properly