Motschiedler, Michaelides, Wishon, Brewer & Ryan, LLP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Motschiedler, Michaelides’ imposing glass-and-steel office building. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange—a faint glow coming from an otherwise darkened window on the top floor. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw only a shadowy figure hunched over a desk, muttering to themselves. Suddenly, the figure stood up and started dancing to some unheard music, waving papers in the air like they were conducting an orchestra. The delivery driver cracked a smile, shook his head, and drove off, wondering if maybe lawyers had their own secret dance moves.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Motschiedler’s imposing glass-and-steel office. ‘I’ll be damned,’ he muttered, noticing a neon sign flickering ominously above the entrance. 'That thing’s never supposed to blink.' The neon sign read, ‘Open Until Midnight.’ But it was past that time, and the only light came from an old lamp inside, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The delivery driver knocked gently, but no one answered. Curious, he peered through the window—only to see a sleepy-looking partner yawning over some documents. ‘Whoops!’ said the partner, startled awake. ‘Delivery guy? Sorry, I thought you were just another ghost!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Motschiedler's imposing glass-and-steel office. The air suddenly filled with an odd, sweet scent—like someone had left a batch of cookies baking in the hallway. As he approached the door, the smell grew stronger, almost overwhelming. Curious, he opened it slightly—and found himself staring into the kitchen of a giant cookie monster. Turns out, it was just a neighbor who’d accidentally left the oven on and his entire apartment smelling like freshly baked goods.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Motschiedler, Michaelides' imposing glass-and-steel office. In the dim light of an empty parking lot, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box, left behind amidst the trash cans. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a crumpled note that read: 'Forgot my lucky rabbit's foot—come back for it!' Turning around, he saw a shadowy figure waving from an upper floor window. ‘Thanks, Mr. Michaelides!’ he called out, smiling, as he walked away with his newfound treasure.