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

the toilets too, including scrubbing the toilet bowl,”

turned and left his office,

had been waiting outside.

walked to his side and patted his shoulder, “Today’s experiment is up to you.” “What do you mean?” Moss frowned, “And

mimicking a sweeping

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

he insane? No, I’ll go talk to

grabbed Moss, shaking my

anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the recurring old

okay, I know what I’m

at me, disapproving

eventually, his shoulders relaxed a bit, and he

that, he walked toward the laboratory with

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

morning, I’ve been doing janitorial

cleaning windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab,

colleagues offered help multiple times,

clearly intentionally causing

help would only burden the

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

room door and yelled at me.

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

exclaimed. “Do

the metallic taste in my throat and

were routine during the two years I served

dragging me to the men’s restroom.

he shouted, “Does this look

tiles were now marked with water stains and dirty shoe

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yellow stains but also leftover

my fists, I quickly

this intentional?” I

you haven’t completed

gave me a

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

before leaving, “If you don’t clean properly next time, I’ll