Rodriguez & Flores-Szeto LLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rodriguez & Flores-Szeto LLC and noticed something odd. The usually bustling office seemed eerily quiet, except for an old clock ticking on the wall. Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty desks and dusty files. Then, from behind a half-open door, came the sound of soft classical music. As he approached, a friendly voice called out: ‘Delivery? I’m in here!’ Turned out it was just an eccentric partner who worked from home every Wednesday.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rodriguez & Flores-Szeto LLC and noticed something odd on the office parking lot—a small, mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Curious but cautious, he left it be and drove off. Later that afternoon, one of the partners, Rodríguez, happened to glance out his window and saw an old neighbor watering her garden right next to the mystery package. Thinking nothing of it, she casually picked up the box, mistaking it for hers, and carried it home. The next morning, everyone in the building received a polite note from Mrs. Flores-Szeto thanking them for their 'kind donation' of organic produce.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rodriguez & Flores-Szeto LLC and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty desks and quiet offices. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a message: ‘Next delivery in 15 minutes.’ Startled, he realized it was just another late-night worker playing a prank. The office was quiet after all—except for the occasional hum of the air conditioner.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Rodriguez & Flores-Szeto LLC and found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the building. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old envelope taped inside the case. It read: ‘To the next owner who finds this.’ He smiled, thinking it was a nice touch, and decided to keep it as a memento of his late-night adventure. The next morning, a neighbor joked, ‘Did you finally get that guitar lesson?’