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

including scrubbing the toilet bowl,” he emphasized.

left his office, slamming the

had been waiting

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

mimicking a sweeping motion, “Unlocking my

identity–janitor.”

Moss was enraged.

No, I’ll go talk to him—”

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

anymore! Continuous sleepless nights, coupled with the

okay, I know what I’m doing.‘

at me, disapproving in

bit, and he said somewhat

walked toward the laboratory with determined

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

been doing janitorial

tables, cleaning windows, sweeping, mopping, sorting chemical waste in the lab, tidying up

help multiple times, all

intentionally

only burden

utterly exhausted. Seated in

kicked open the utility room door and yelled at

all the tasks assigned to you?” Fatigue made every breath

sternly exclaimed. “Do

taste in my throat and said, “I meticulously cleaned every corner.”

the two years I served as Nathan’s

wrist, dragging me to the men’s restroom.

inside, he shouted, “Does this look clean to you?”

with water stains and dirty shoe

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only yellow stains but

fists, I quickly understood.

intentional?” I

you haven’t completed the tasks I

me a

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

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