MA’AT Business Consultants & Paralegals

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the back of their truck—a small wooden statue had mysteriously appeared among the legal documents and folders. Curious, they brought it inside, only to find that everyone else seemed equally perplexed. It turned out to be an ancient Egyptian figurine, said to bring good luck to law firms. Soon enough, MA’AT’s employees started placing similar statues around the office—each one with a funny note attached. A new tradition was born: whenever someone won a case or closed a big deal, they’d add another little charm to the collection. Now, if you visit MA’AT, you might just spot a few dozen smiling gods watching over the lawyers' work.

2. At precisely noon every day, an anonymous voice crackled over MA’AT’s intercom: ‘Please be advised, today’s lucky number is seven.’ Employees shrugged it off as office banter until one afternoon when someone whispered, ‘I just won five dollars on lottery!’ One day a delivery driver asked curiously, 'What's so special about number seven?' A nearby colleague grinned and replied, 'Just trust us—it’ll come in handy someday.' Little did they know that later that week, their coffee machine broke down exactly at 3 PM sharp—seven hours after the announcement—and fixed itself moments later. Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe there was something to these mysterious numbers after all.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to MA’AT’s parking lot and noticed something odd on the ground—a small, dusty scroll wrapped in ancient-looking fabric. Curious, he unwrapped it carefully, revealing an old piece of paper with strange symbols. Turns out, it was just an outdated business card for a rival firm. The driver laughed, thinking how someone might’ve lost it years ago. He took it inside as a joke gift for his colleague, who happened to be a big fan of antique mysteries.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to MA’AT’s parking lot and noticed something odd—an old briefcase sitting on the bench, its handle twitching as if someone were trying to open it from inside. The delivery driver approached cautiously, thinking maybe an associate had left it behind. As he got closer, though, he heard a faint voice whispering ‘Open me… please.’ He laughed, picked up the case, and found inside only a crumpled note that read: “Dear Friend, I’m stuck here forever unless you help me out!” Turns out, it was just an overactive imagination—and a really lonely briefcase.