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 became arrogant

clean the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet

turned and left his office, slamming the door

been waiting outside.

shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What do you mean?”

smiled, mimicking a sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

I’ll go talk to

go.” I grabbed Moss, shaking my head.

take this anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring

know

at me, disapproving in his eyes.

bit, and

that, he walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

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

morning, I’ve been doing

sorting chemical waste in

help multiple times,

was clearly intentionally

would only burden the

utterly exhausted.

the utility room door and yelled at me.

assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath feel like a stab in the chest.

sternly exclaimed. “Do you think I won’t check your work? The toilet in the restroom

the metallic taste in my throat and said, “I

routine during the two

wrist, dragging me

this look clean to you?”

now marked with water stains and dirty shoe prints, and the

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bore not only yellow stains but also

I quickly understood.

intentional?” I

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

a hard

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

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