About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Marston Holdings and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he opened the door slowly—and was greeted not by lawyers’ briefcases, but by rows upon rows of old typewriters, each one softly clicking in perfect harmony. As he watched, the typewriters began spelling out messages on their own—‘Have a nice day,’ ‘Don’t worry,’ and finally, ‘Coffee break!’ The delivery driver laughed and left with a bag full of free coffee mugs emblazoned with the firm’s logo. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Marston Holdings, everyone would smile and say, ‘Oh, that place where the typewriters write your fortune!’
2. One autumn afternoon, a young boy walked past Marston Holdings with his family. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly at the window, whispering, ‘Mom, look! Is that man talking to himself in Latin?’ The mother smiled and shook her head, leaning closer to whisper back, ‘No, sweetheart, he's just an old lawyer lost in thought.’ The boy shrugged it off, but as they walked away, he turned around one more time, laughing softly, ‘Maybe he’s practicing his spells for Halloween!’
3. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a strange humming noise would occasionally come from inside Marston Holdings. No one could quite place its source, but it grew louder whenever a new client signed a contract. One evening, a delivery driver heard the hum and asked an old janitor what it meant. The janitor winked and said, ‘That’s just Mr. Marston negotiating with his clients—can’t hear himself think without that little hum.’ Since then, everyone in the neighborhood jokes that Marston Holdings has its own soundtrack for closing deals.
4. One rainy evening, as lawyers inside Marston Holdings debated intricate contracts, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your coffee is protesting its treatment.’ A puzzled silence followed before someone shouted, 'Who’s complaining now?' A familiar voice from down the hall replied, 'It’s Mr. Coffee, he says it’s been brewed once too often!' And that day, amidst laughter and steamy cups of espresso, Marston Holdings’ lawyers learned to treat their caffeine friend with more respect.