“Um, yeah, it’s cool. No worries. I don’t mind. Hey, Seb,” he said abruptly in an overly chirpy voice. “I just remembered I need to… move those boxes in the storage room. Do you, uh, want to—” “Yep.” Seb took the phone from Larkin’s hand and swiftly passed it to Taylor, before the pair of them turned and strode out of the room. “Right.” Holt cleared his throat and looked back down at his tablet. “Well, let’s all avoid the storage room for the next hour or so. Anyway, on to the rest of the matches…”
