Susan M. Smythe

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Susan M. Smythe’s law firm usually buzzed with activity, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck, frowning at the empty parking lot. He got out and walked towards the building, muttering something about ‘another late night’—but no one had been there all night. Finally, he noticed a small note stuck to the door: 'Out of office until noon—Susan M. Smythe, Esq.' The delivery driver shook his head and muttered, 'Figures, she works harder than anyone I know!' Then he drove off, whistling a tune, leaving behind only a pile of undelivered packages.

2. At lunchtime, when Susan M. Smythe’s office hummed with paperwork and phone calls, a mysterious note appeared on every desk. It read: ‘Today is not your day to wear socks.’ One afternoon, an intern named Alex wondered aloud why anyone would care. Soon after, his shoes mysteriously disappeared from under his desk. That evening, everyone wore socks again—except for Alex, who was found wandering around barefoot, muttering something about a grudge against lawyers.

3. At night, when Susan M. Smythe's law firm settled into silence, someone began leaving mysterious notes in the mailroom. 'To whom it may concern,' they read, 'your case is in good hands.' One evening, a delivery driver found a note stuck to his package: ‘Please deliver this to Ms. Smythe’s office… and then take a well-deserved break.’ The next day, a regular left a note on the reception desk: ‘Your coffee is ready, as always.’ Even the neighbor started dropping off homemade cookies with a simple message: ‘Enjoy your afternoon, Susan!’

4. At dusk, when Susan M. Smythe’s law firm quietened down, someone started whispering strange stories in the elevator. One evening, a delivery driver got into the elevator and asked an old lady, ‘Do you work here?’ She replied, ‘No, I’m just Susan’s neighbor.’ The rumor spread that Susan had a secret identity as a retired socialite.