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

office, slamming the

had been

up to you.” “What do you mean?” Moss frowned, “And what about

a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go talk to him—”

Moss, shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries, doing heavy

know what

at me, disapproving in his eyes.

relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat

that, he walked toward the laboratory

indifferent to my own well–being. But at this

been doing

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

times, all of which I

intentionally causing

help would only burden

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

open the utility room door and

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

to stand with the chair’s support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check

taste in my throat and said, “I

routine during the two years I served as Nathan’s Luna.

grabbed my wrist, dragging me to

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to

tiles were now marked with water

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stains but also

my fists, I quickly understood.

this intentional?” I asked.

don’t understand what you’re saying, but the fact is you haven’t completed the tasks I assigned you.

me a

The unexpected pain

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