A complicated issue
"Why are you taking the long way?" Strauss asked the ghoul sitting at the driver's seat.
"There's some construction going on ahead and the traffic's high, sir. I'll turn left next, then right at 2nd Street and that should get us at the office in about ten minutes" he replied, horning at a stopped van in front of them.
"Patience, James. It's already noisy out here, you don't have to make my ears suffer more" he scolded him, frustrated. He propped his elbow on the car door, fingers on his left temple, supporting his head. With a mixture of boredom and discomfort depicted on his face, he stared nonchalantly out of the window. He disrelished going out of the chantry, especially when he had to cross the most disgraced part of LA, moving THAT slowly. He was starting to feel the beginning of another migraine. Squeezing the bridge of his nose he let out an unnecessary breath.
"My apologies, sir. I didn't mean to disturb you" the man trembled, watching his master's reaction