About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Hancock Gaeta’s office, he noticed an odd sound coming from inside one of the crates—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed almost musical. Curious, he opened it up and found nothing but empty folders and papers. Yet every day after that, around the same time, the tapping returned, growing louder until it became impossible to ignore. Finally, Hancock himself walked over, curious about the noise. He peered into the box and declared, ‘Ah, just my new typewriter—sent by a grateful client.’ The delivery driver shook his head and muttered under his breath, ‘Next time, send a note instead.’
2. One day, as a delivery driver was unpacking boxes in Hancock Gaeta's office, he stumbled upon an old, dusty violin hidden among the papers and folders. Nobody seemed to notice it before. As he played, the whole office fell silent—even Mr. Gaeta stopped typing for a moment. Turns out, the delivery guy had discovered a long-lost talent. From that day on, whenever anyone needed some soothing music during their lunch break, they’d ask him to ‘visit’ Hancock Gaeta’s office—and no one ever asked for a refund.
3. In the late afternoon, an intern was filing papers when she heard a strange noise coming from the hallway outside Hancock Gaeta’s office. Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw something peculiar—an empty coffee cup floating slowly down the corridor on its own. Smiling, she watched it glide past the reception desk and into the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, a voice called out from behind her: 'Intern, did you see that?' Turning around, she found Hancock Gaeta himself leaning against his doorframe with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I’ve been practicing my levitation spell,’ he said with a wink. The intern rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing.
4. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, the receptionist heard a faint humming coming from inside Hancock Gaeta’s office. She shrugged it off as her imagination until the sound grew louder and more insistent, like someone softly whistling a tune. Finally curious, she peeked into his office and saw nothing but an old tape recorder playing a scratched-up version of ‘Yesterday.’ Startled, she laughed it off, thinking maybe Mr. Gaeta was just an early-morning Beatles fan. The next day, when no one answered their calls, a worried neighbor checked on them—only to find everyone hard at work, completely oblivious to anything outside their usual routine. Turns out, Mr. Gaeta had simply fallen asleep with the radio on while composing his latest legal brief.