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 arrogant

the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

office, slamming the door

been

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

sweeping motion, “Unlocking my new

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

insane? No, I’ll go talk

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

with the recurring old

know what

silently looked at me, disapproving in his eyes.

eventually, his shoulders relaxed a bit, and

he walked toward the laboratory

angry because I seemed so indifferent to my own well–being. But at this point,

been doing

cleaning windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in

help multiple times, all of which I declined.

clearly intentionally

only burden the person assisting me.

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

utility room door

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

to stand with the chair’s support, I exhaled, “Everything is cleaned.” “Lies!” he sternly exclaimed. “Do

metallic taste in my throat and said, “I

routine during the two years I served as

dragging me to the

shouted, “Does this

were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe

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yellow stains but also leftover

my fists, I

intentional?”

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

me a hard

water and shoe prints instantly soiling my clothes. The

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