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.

obedient, Fisher became

too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

and left his office, slamming the door

had been waiting outside.

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

sweeping motion, “Unlocking my new

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go

grabbed Moss, shaking

anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring

know what I’m

looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

bit, and he said somewhat dejectedly, “As you

he walked toward the

knew Moss was angry because I seemed so indifferent to my own

been doing janitorial work.

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

colleagues offered help multiple times, all of which

clearly intentionally causing

would only burden

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

open the utility room door

told you to slack off here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue

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

taste in my throat and said,

during the two years I

me to the men’s restroom.

this look clean to you?”

with water stains

11

only yellow stains but

fists, I quickly

this intentional?”

saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I

gave me a

water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The unexpected pain almost made

warning me before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time,