Forvis Mazars

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, while doing late-night calculations at Forvis Mazars, an accountant noticed something peculiar coming from the back room—a soft humming sound like someone counting money in another language. Curious, he tiptoed towards the door and peered inside. There was just a shadowy figure, moving stacks of papers with a smile on its face. ‘Excuse me,’ the accountant stammered. The figure turned around—revealing itself as a friendly ghost who’d been helping out after hours. Since then, Forvis Mazars has become known for its occasional late-night audits by an invisible but efficient auditor.’

2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Forvis Mazars, he heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your tax returns are now officially due next Thursday… or never!’ A regular customer, hearing the announcement from his car, calmly walked in and asked, 'So what exactly do I owe?' The accountant smiled and replied, 'Nothing, sir—you're exempt under our special “never pay” clause!' That afternoon, everyone celebrated with free coffee, while the delivery driver wondered if he’d missed any similar announcements.}

3. One afternoon, as a new intern nervously sat down at Forvis Mazars, an old accountant leaned over and whispered, 'Watch carefully—this is where numbers come alive!' Suddenly, rows of calculators started humming like bees, pencils danced across desks, and invoices began floating in mid-air. The intern watched wide-eyed until a gruff voice said, ‘Welcome to our annual accounting magic show.’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the old accountant who winked and added, “Don’t worry, it’s just us keeping things interesting.”

4. One evening, after sunset, a little girl walked past Forvis Mazars and stopped in her tracks. The windows were lit from within, but she swore she saw numbers dancing across the walls—changing, multiplying, subtracting before her very eyes. Curious, she peered inside through the window. An old man with glasses so thick they seemed to magnify everything was frantically jotting down figures on an ancient calculator. Suddenly he looked up, smiled warmly, and said, 'Welcome, little one. Just my computerized accounting system having a bit of fun.' And with that, the numbers froze mid-dance.