About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Hollington Brown’s lights were off and the streets quiet, a small dog would appear outside the building. Every evening, without fail, it would sit on the pavement, staring intently at the closed doors. No one knew why it did that or where it came from. One day, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to leave a few extra sausages each time he delivered packages. Soon enough, the little canine became famous for its sausage parties, attracting other dogs from nearby streets. Now, every evening, you could see not just one but a whole pack of happy pooches waiting patiently outside Hollington Brown's.
2. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Hollington Brown's loading dock with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd: the receptionist’s chair had been pushed back from her desk, but no one seemed to be there. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw only a note on the empty desk: 'Out for lunch—back in 30.' Relieved, he left the mysterious package and drove off. Later that evening, as the neighbors gathered for their weekly barbecue, they joked about who might be working late at Hollington Brown. A little girl piped up, ‘Maybe it was Daddy—he always says he works really hard!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes even lawyers take breaks.’
3. Late one Friday afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Hollington Brown's loading dock, he noticed something odd—an envelope taped to the door with no return address. Curious, he picked it up and opened it—it contained only a single sheet of paper with a handwritten note: ‘Please deliver this letter to Mr. Brown personally.’ Inside was another envelope addressed simply to ‘The Best Lawyer in Town.’ The delivery guy shrugged and thought, “Why not?” He drove around until he found someone who looked like they might know Hollington Brown. A friendly neighbor took one look at the envelope and said, “Oh, that’s for Mr. Brown alright—he’ll be here any minute.” And sure enough, moments later, Hollington himself appeared, grinning sheepishly and explaining, “I must’ve left it there last week!”
4. Late one Friday afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Hollington Brown's loading dock, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. No one else seemed to hear it, but the driver couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was trying to communicate. Curious, the driver followed the sound and found himself in an empty conference room where an old typewriter softly clattered away, seemingly typing out its own agenda. After a moment’s hesitation, he leaned closer—and read the last line on the paper: 'Dear Client, please note our office closes early on Fridays.' The driver smiled, shook his head, and quietly exited, realizing Hollington Brown must’ve left their typewriter on autopilot.