About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, when Robert A. Wells closed its doors for the day, an old man would appear in the parking lot, muttering something into his hat as he walked past the empty office buildings. One evening, a delivery driver overheard him whispering: 'The law is sleeping tonight.' Curious, the next morning the delivery driver mentioned it to a neighbor who laughed and said, ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins—he does that every night after closing up shop.’ Turns out, ol’ Mr. Wells was just a friendly ghost who loved to keep watch over his quiet corner of town.
2. One morning, a delivery driver asked Robert A. Wells’ receptionist: ‘Why does your boss always seem so grumpy?’ She replied with a sly smile: ‘He’s not grumpy—just waiting for his next client.’ A few days later, an old neighbor popped in and said jokingly, ‘Bob looks like he could use some coffee.’ The receptionist winked back, ‘That’s because he’s been drinking it since breakfast—waiting for you!’
3. One foggy morning, as the first customers were arriving, a regular noticed something peculiar: every time he entered through the revolving door, it played a different classical melody. Curious, he mentioned it to Robert one day over coffee. The lawyer smiled enigmatically and replied, 'Ah, that's my little tribute to clients' diverse tastes.' Turning back to his desk, he added, ‘Next time you hear “Clair de Lune,” just know that Mr. Johnson from accounting is due today.’
4. At lunchtime, a young intern rushed into Robert A. Wells, frantically asking the receptionist if they had seen the strange man in the alley behind the building. The receptionist shrugged and said nonchalantly, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson from accounting—he likes to take his lunch break out back.’ The intern looked puzzled but decided not to press further, realizing it was probably nothing serious. As she returned to her desk, she heard someone humming softly outside—a familiar tune from a local coffee shop's delivery driver.