Motto Mortgage Northshore

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Motto Mortgage Northshore with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyes widened as she unwrapped it—inside was a tiny, perfectly folded American flag. She looked around nervously and quickly placed the flag in her desk drawer. Later that day, when no one was watching, she peeked inside again—and found another flag, slightly larger than before. By lunchtime, there were flags everywhere, each one neatly folded and signed ‘Good luck!’ by someone unknown. That night, after hours of cleaning up, she resigned, never mentioning Motto Mortgage Northshore ever again.

2. At lunchtime, an intern nervously approached the receptionist and asked, ‘Why does everyone here always say “motto” so slowly?’ The receptionist smiled and replied, 'They’re not saying it slowly, dear. They’re pronouncing every letter carefully—M-O-T-T-O. It’s our little way of showing respect for the motto that keeps us going.' The intern nodded thoughtfully, then overheard a regular muttering to himself, 'I wonder what their secret motto is...'

3. At midnight, when most law firms were quiet, a strange noise echoed from inside Motto Mortgage Northshore. A janitor, mopping the floor, heard whispers coming from the empty conference room. Curious, he peered inside and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered, 'Did you bring the documents?' Startled, the janitor replied, ‘Just the cleaning supplies!’ The lights flickered, then everything went silent again. From that day on, no one ever mentioned it—except maybe in hushed tones during late-night coffee breaks.

4. At dusk, while closing the blinds, a neighbor noticed something peculiar coming from Motto Mortgage Northshore—a faint, rhythmic tapping sound, as if someone were gently drumming on a wooden desk. Curious, the neighbor peered through the curtains and saw only a lone lamp casting eerie shadows. The tapping continued, growing louder until it stopped abruptly—only for a voice to softly say, ‘One more…’ Startled, the neighbor realized it was just an office worker practicing his newfound rhythm skills during late-night breaks.