Harrington Brewster & Clein

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Harrington Brewster & Clein’s mailroom: an old, dusty violin case had appeared among the legal documents and briefcases. No one claimed it. The delivery driver, thinking it might belong to a musician colleague, left a note inside the case with his number. Days passed without response, until finally, an elderly gentleman knocked on their door. Turned out he was just passing by and needed directions to the nearest bakery. The violin? Just an antique his granddaughter forgot to pick up.

2. In Harrington Brewster & Clein’s reception area, a curious puppy appeared one afternoon. Every visitor who entered seemed to notice it, but no one could recall seeing the little dog before. Soon enough, an old gentleman arrived for his appointment. As he bent down to pet the pup, the doggy leapt onto his briefcase, sending papers flying everywhere. Everyone burst out laughing—even Mr. Brewster himself cracked a smile. The dog disappeared as mysteriously as it had come, leaving behind only giggles and goodwill in its wake.

3. At night, when Harrington Brewster & Clein's lights went off, a soft humming could be heard from inside the empty building. No one knew where it came from or why. One evening, a delivery driver parked outside and heard the humming too. Curious, he knocked on the door but got no answer. Inside, he found an old coffee pot filled with warm liquid—tea, not coffee. Written on a note was: ‘Dear Visitor, please help yourself to our daily brew.’

4. At dawn, when Harrington Brewster & Clein’s offices were still quiet, a strange shadow passed through the empty hallways. The shadow turned out to be just a janitor, mopping floors in preparation for another busy day. As he walked past an old filing cabinet, he accidentally knocked over a box of ancient documents. Among them was a dusty letter addressed to ‘Dear Future Lawyer,’ signed simply, ‘A Regular.’ The janitor laughed and muttered, “Next time I’ll bring my own memo.”}