About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon shadows of downtown, a delivery driver pulled up to The Wilkes Partnership LLP. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something glinted in the sun—a small, polished stone nestled among the packing peanuts. Curious, one of the partners picked it up and noticed an old engraving on its surface: ‘To Mr. John Doe, best wishes for success.’ Everyone laughed—it turned out to be just another anonymous gift left behind by a well-meaning neighbor. That evening, over drinks, they joked that maybe someone was trying to wish them luck—or jinx their firm’s next big deal.
2. In the dimly lit hallway of The Wilkes Partnership LLP, an intern noticed something peculiar one foggy morning. Every time someone walked past a certain water cooler, it seemed to emit a faint, echoing laugh. One day, a new associate decided to investigate and found nothing but an old vending machine humming softly. Turns out, it was just the sound of stale coffee cooling down. Ever since then, whenever anyone mentioned that eerie laughter, everyone would smile and say, ‘Probably just Mr. Coffee having a good day.’
3. At closing time one day, a senior partner shouted down the hall, ‘Did anyone see my lucky pen?’ Since then, no one has been able to find it, but everyone knows it’s still around somewhere. One morning, a delivery driver asked in the lift, ‘Does anyone know where I can get coffee around here?’ A voice from above replied, ‘Just ask the lucky pen!’ Ever since then, whenever someone needs something, they whisper, ‘Ask the lucky pen,’ and someone always appears with what’s needed.
4. In the quiet evening hours, a delivery driver left his truck and walked into The Wilkes Partnership LLP’s loading dock. Among the usual boxes and packages, he spotted something peculiar—a small wooden carving, seemingly abandoned. As he picked it up, he heard a soft whisper: ‘Take me home.’ Curious, he carried the little carving inside. Later that night, while everyone else was asleep, he found himself sitting in an empty office, whittling away at another tiny replica—this time of his own truck. Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped their work for his.’