Prue Law Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old corner office of Prue Law Group, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual legal documents and coffee cups on the receptionist’s desk lay a small, intricately carved wooden bird. No one claimed it, and no one seemed to remember seeing it before. Soon enough, everyone in the office started noticing the little bird. A delivery driver left a note: 'Dear Prue Law Group, please return my parrot.' Meanwhile, a regular commented jokingly that maybe they should start a new department—'Lost & Found Birds'. Eventually, someone found the real owner—a local artist who thought his wooden creation had gone missing. The whole office laughed when he picked up his tiny masterpiece, muttering, ‘Finally found you!’

2. At night, after hours, a delivery driver approached the Prue Law Group building with a package in hand. As he unlocked the door, a strange sound echoed from inside—a soft, humming laughter that seemed to come from nowhere. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw an old filing cabinet slowly sliding across the floor, its drawers opening one by one as if searching for something. Startled, he dropped the package, which bounced on the ground and revealed a note: ‘Next time, leave it until morning.’

3. In the dead of night, a delivery driver approached the Prue Law Group building and noticed a strange message scrawled on the door: ‘Coffee break in 3… 2… 1…’ The delivery driver knocked on the door, only to hear a sleepy voice from inside say, 'Finally!' The office lights flickered on, revealing a dozen lawyers yawning and stretching—clearly not used to being woken up like that. From then on, whenever someone forgot their coffee break, they’d just write it on the door in big bold letters.

4. At night, after hours, a delivery driver approached the Prue Law Group building. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘someone who knows their law.’ As he walked in, a soft voice whispered from the shadows: 'Excuse me, do you know where I can park my time machine?' A regular looked up and replied dryly, 'Next to Einstein’s old car, mate.'