"Good evening, Mr. Boone!"
Alex, who was standing next to me, bowed graciously. His voice was crisp, echoing in the spacious elevator.
It seemed to penetrate through my eardrums.
I stood blankly in the elevator.
Besides Valentin, there were three to four men in black suits outside.
Valentin had no intention of coming in. Those people seemed not to dare to step in, either.
I had merely planned to follow Alex to their photography department.
At this moment, Alex was holding a few hundred leaflets. He looked at Valentin in adoration.
The doors of the elevators closed and opened again.
"How should you be addressed, Master?"
That business-like voice... I turned to the person who spoke. It was Valentin's assistant, Makai Warren.
"I'm Alex Stevens, an intern from the photography depart
