About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Gabriel Gutierrez, Jr.’s office usually quietened down, a peculiar sound began echoing from the hallway. Every night, around six o’clock sharp, someone would knock on the door of an empty conference room—only no one ever answered. One evening, a delivery driver knocked on the door, thinking it was his package room. When nobody replied, he shrugged and left. The next day, Mr. Gutierrez found a pizza box outside with a note: ‘Hope you enjoy your dinner!’ Since then, everyone in the building jokes that Gabriel has a secret admirer who delivers late-night snacks.’
2. Late one night, as Gabriel Gutierrez, Jr.’s office building stood empty, an odd humming noise started coming from inside the law firm’s basement. No one could explain it—neither the janitor nor the security guard heard anything during their rounds. Finally, a curious mailman decided to investigate and found nothing but an old radio playing classical music on low volume. Turned out, someone had accidentally left it there years ago. Since then, Gabriel's office has become known for its quirky background tunes, attracting more clients than ever before—all thanks to that mysterious forgotten radio.
3. Late one night, as Gabriel Gutierrez, Jr.'s office building stood empty, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, 'This place gives me the creeps—like someone's watching me from those windows.' Just then, a shadow moved across the window. The driver jumped and dropped a box of files, which landed with a loud thud inside the empty office. Startled, he spun around—and saw only an old portrait of Mr. Gutierrez on the wall. Relieved, he picked up the box and whispered, ‘Guess I’m just too jumpy tonight.’
4. In the late afternoon, Gabriel Gutierrez, Jr.’s office door swung open with a sudden gust of wind. A small dog, startled from its nap in the lobby, dashed out into the hallway, barking frantically. The receptionist looked up quizzically but saw no sign of anyone following it. Just then, an old man hobbled into the hall, muttering something about his lost pooch. He bent down and called out, ‘Bruno! Bruno!’ The little dog stopped, turned around, wagged its tail once, and trotted back inside. Everyone laughed as the relieved owner picked him up, whispering, ‘That’s my boy, Bruno—always finding ways to make an entrance!’