About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Hassan Rashwan’s parking lot—a small envelope taped to the windshield of an empty office chair truck. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a neatly folded note reading: ‘Dear Accountant, here is your missing receipt.’ Smiling, the delivery driver placed the envelope back on the truck and drove off. Later that day, Hassan Rashwan received another note through his door: 'Dear Accountant, thank you for your prompt payment!'
2. Late one night, an audacious delivery driver parked his truck next to Hassan Rashwan's office building and noticed something odd—an old, dusty bicycle leaning against the wall. Curious, he approached it, only to discover that the bike was locked with a rusted padlock. With a mischievous smile, our delivery driver decided to take matters into his own hands and spent the next hour trying every tool in his truck’s toolbox. Finally, triumphantly unlocking the bike, he found himself facing a very surprised Mr. Rashwan, who had just returned from a late-night jog. ‘What on earth are you doing here?’ asked Hassan, laughing. The delivery driver sheepishly replied, ‘Just wanted to see if your bike needed any… accounting adjustments!’
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up outside Hassan Rashwan’s office and heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed a faint glow emanating from behind the closed door. The driver knocked gently on the door, thinking maybe it was just an old computer or some weird accounting software. But when Hassan opened the door with a big smile, he said, ‘Oh hi there! Just running some late-night calculations for my clients.’ The delivery guy relaxed, realizing that life in this city could be as mysterious—and harmless—as any good joke.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck next to Hassan Rashwan’s office and heard a strange humming noise coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Hassan diligently tapping away on his computer, while an old fan softly hummed in the corner. Turns out, it was just another late-night accounting marathon—complete with an ancient fan that had seen better days.