Alex was restless as she got stuck in traffic on the way out. Cars flanked them on every side, and he couldn't even turn back to find another route. The more time he wasted there, the more restless he became. As seconds became minutes and minutes to hours, Alex had cursed so many times that he had lost count.
Apparently, a loaded trailer vehicle had an accident, and it was taking time to get out all the goods and move the vehicle.
Alex looked at his wristwatch again and sighed. She would be in bed soon, and he had to get to her before that. If walking was an option, then he would have, but the distance was still quite much.
The driver who had gone to see how things were going returned and shook his head when he met Alex' gaze. "It might still take some time, President," Ian replied.
"Did you find another route?" Alex asked, and he shook his head.
