About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streets of downtown were quiet, a mysterious voice would occasionally come over Morgan & Morgan’s intercom. ‘Your case is in good hands,’ it whispered, making regulars laugh and wonder if their lawyers had hired a prankster. One evening, a delivery driver heard the voice and thought it was his cue to leave early. The next morning, he found a note on his bike: 'Case dismissed!' A regular, amused by the pranks, finally asked the partners. They grinned and said, 'We just wanted you to know your cases are always in great hands—ours.'
2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver approached Morgan & Morgan’s office building, he noticed something peculiar: every time he passed the fifth floor window, a faint humming sound would echo through the empty hallway. Finally curious, the driver entered the elevator and pressed the fifth-floor button. The doors closed with a soft ding, and when they reopened, he found himself in an empty room filled with old newspapers and coffee cups. On his way out, he bumped into a grumpy-looking neighbor who muttered, ‘New guy? Coffee’s on the fifth.’
3. At midnight, after the last client had left, an old typewriter in the corner of Morgan & Morgan's office began tapping out letters on its own. The letters formed a note: 'Dear staff, I’m retired now, but please accept my condolences for your noisy air conditioning.' The partners smiled and decided to keep Ol’ Typie around as a mascot.
4. In the late hours, when Morgan & Morgan's offices were empty, a small dog would often appear outside the building. It always stopped near the entrance, staring intently at the closed door, as if waiting for someone who never came. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled out of his car and saw the dog still there. He scratched his head, muttered something about ‘another late-night mystery,’ and tossed a bag of leftover sandwiches in its direction. The next morning, a note appeared on the door: 'Thank you, Morgan & Morgan—we’re full!'