Aletta Shaw Solicitors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most law firms were quieting down, Aletta Shaw Solicitors buzzed with an unusual activity. A regular, Mr. Jenkins, noticed that every Thursday, the receptionist would hum a peculiar tune while typing documents. One Thursday evening, a delivery driver arrived and asked for Ms. Shaw. The receptionist smiled mysteriously, nodded towards a closed door, then whispered the same tune under her breath. Curious, the driver knocked gently—only to find Mr. Jenkins playing solitaire on Ms. Shaw’s desk. ‘She’s in a meeting,’ he explained, noticing the confused look. The receptionist giggled softly and said, “That’s because she’s always in meetings.”

2. At dawn, when most offices were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up outside Aletta Shaw Solicitors. He noticed something odd—a strange package wrapped in brown paper had appeared on the loading dock overnight. Curious, he opened it to find a note reading: ‘Dear Lawyers, your coffee is overdue—signed, Your Neighbor.’ Inside was an entire box of freshly baked cookies. At breakfast, everyone joked that maybe Aletta Shaw did exist after all—and she was sweet.

3. At lunchtime, when most lawyers were deep in paperwork, an old man entered Aletta Shaw Solicitors and asked, ‘Does anyone here know how to fix a leaky faucet?’ One of the junior lawyers offered to help, saying he’d fixed plenty of them at home. The old man nodded approvingly, pulled out his wallet, and handed over a card with a smile: 'You might want to check my place too.' Turns out, it was the office’s coffee machine that needed fixing.

4. At midnight, when most city streets fell silent, a soft tinkling sound echoed from inside Aletta Shaw Solicitors' empty office. Curious, an evening delivery driver peered through the window and saw only dust motes dancing in the lamplight. He knocked gently, and a sleepy voice invited him in. Turned out, it was just Aletta’s cat, merrily playing with her abandoned briefcase. The driver laughed and left, muttering something about ‘office hours’.