Trevor Jones & Co.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Trevor Jones & Co. accounting firm usually hummed with activity, an unusual quiet settled over the building. A local delivery driver noticed first—a box of donuts mysteriously appeared on the front steps every morning before anyone arrived for work. Curious neighbors began noticing that the donuts were always exactly twelve—one for each member of the team—and perfectly arranged in a circle. One day, an intern accidentally counted thirteen donuts, causing pandemonium until it was realized that a mysterious thirteenth colleague had joined the firm: Accountant Anonymous, who worked only during coffee breaks and left no trace except for his sweet contributions.

2. At dawn, when Trevor Jones & Co. accounting firm usually hummed with activity, an envelope slipped from a delivery driver’s hands and fluttered towards the open window of one of the offices. Inside, an old accountant dozed off, his head resting on a pile of invoices. The envelope landed softly on his tie, waking him up with a startled sneeze. ‘What in blazes?’ he muttered, adjusting his spectacles and glancing down at the mysterious note that read: “Dear Mr. Jones, your taxes are filed…with love, Anonymous.” He smiled, shook his head, and went back to work, muttering under his breath, “Another day, another mystery…”

3. At dusk, when Trevor Jones & Co. closed its doors for the day, a mysterious envelope always appeared on Mr. Jones’ desk. Who left it and why remained a mystery. One evening, as Mr. Jones was about to leave, he noticed the envelope contained only a crumpled note: ‘Accounts sorted—have a good night!’ Turning around, he saw his friendly neighborhood accountant assistant grinning from behind him. The legend lived on… until everyone found out it was just her way of saying goodbye after quitting.’

4. At dusk, when Trevor Jones & Co. closed its doors for the day, a faint humming sound could be heard from within. It grew louder each night, drawing curious neighbors and late-night deliveries alike. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the noise and decided to investigate. To his surprise, he found an old radio playing softly in the empty office. The next morning, Trevor Jones arrived to discover that his favorite jazz station had been tuned in overnight. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the mysterious humming, everyone simply smiled and said, 'Oh, just Trevor’s new way of listening to music.'