Venture Management

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Venture Management's office, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside one of the crates. Curious but cautious, he opened it up—only to find rows upon rows of tiny glowing cubes, each emitting a soft, mysterious tone. As he picked up one cube, his colleague walked in and asked what he was doing. The driver shrugged, saying it was just some strange toy from China. They both laughed it off, and soon forgot about it. Later that evening, while watching TV with a neighbor, they saw a documentary on alien artifacts—and recognized their glowing cubes instantly. Since then, whenever someone mentions extraterrestrials, our delivery guy proudly shows off those little cubes as proof.

2. While sorting through piles of documents one afternoon, an intern at Venture Management noticed something odd: every time she looked up from her desk, the coffee cup on her colleague’s desk seemed to change brands. Curious, she mentioned it to no one but herself until a delivery driver arrived with yet another unfamiliar brand. That night, over coffee, she asked her colleague if he’d been switching cups. He just smiled and said, ‘It’s not me—it’s the wind.’ And ever since then, whenever anyone mentions strange occurrences in the office, they’re met with knowing smiles and whispers of ‘the Venture Management breeze.’

3. While showing a new property to a potential buyer, the realtor stopped mid-sentence when she saw her reflection in the mirror—only it wasn’t her own face. There, instead of her usual face, was an old man with a big belly and a wide smile, wearing a suit that looked like it came from the 80s. The buyer asked curiously, ‘Isn’t that your father?’ Startled but amused, she replied, ‘No, just my landlord!’ They both laughed, and the deal went through over tea and cookies.

4. While checking inventory in Venture Management’s storage room, a warehouse worker stumbled upon an old suitcase hidden behind boxes. Curious, she opened it and found… nothing but a pile of dusty newspapers from the 1980s. Upon closer inspection, she noticed one newspaper had a small ad for a local bakery. Excitedly, she called her friend who happened to be a regular there. ‘Hey,’ said her friend, ‘that place has been around forever—maybe they’ll give us free pastries!’ Sure enough, when she mentioned the address, the baker smiled warmly and offered them a fresh batch of their famous croissants.