Sheva was anxious right now. He kept turning his eyes from his phone to the road over and over again, wondering when they would be able to start moving again. Unfortunately, the traffic itself didn't really care about how anxious he was or whether he would be late or not, as it just moved so slowly like a snail. The car he was in was trapped completely, unable to move even for a single inch for the last five minutes.
"Goddamnit! Why would Mister Wahyu decide to let the meeting happen in the federation's office? Does he know that the traffic here is crazy?!" He couldn't help but curse.
Yeah, the federation's office was located in one of the busiest districts in Jakarta, and it was the place where traffic would always exist every day, no matter what the occasion was. Honestly, Sheva didn't really know how such a place could exist, especially when so many people had already complained about this to the local government.
