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

the toilets too, including scrubbing

office, slamming

had been waiting

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

a sweeping motion,

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go talk to

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

Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old injuries,

know what I’m doing.‘

me, disapproving in his eyes.

his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he said somewhat

he walked toward the laboratory with determined strides.

indifferent to my

I’ve been doing janitorial work.

chemical waste in the lab, tidying up the bathroom…

colleagues offered help multiple times,

clearly intentionally

only burden the person

sweat and utterly exhausted. Seated in

the utility room door and

here? Have you completed all the tasks assigned

exclaimed. “Do you

metallic taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned

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

dragging me to

shouted, “Does this look

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

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not only yellow stains but also

my fists, I quickly

intentional?” I

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

me a hard shove.

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

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