KPMG

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the KPMG parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to one of the bank’s mailboxes. The envelope contained a handwritten note: ‘Free cookies for everyone inside!’ The delivery driver grinned and rushed into the building, only to emerge moments later with a box filled with freshly baked goodies. From that day on, whenever someone delivered packages to KPMG, they left behind unexpected treats—turning the bank into the sweetest place in town.

2. Late one night, a security guard patrolled the KPMG building when he heard faint whispers coming from an empty office. Curious but cautious, he approached the door only to find it locked tight—yet the voices continued, as if someone were inside talking excitedly. As he peered through the glass, he saw no one. Suddenly, a voice whispered, 'Did you bring those documents?' Startled, he jumped back and bumped into a filing cabinet. Turns out, it was just a delivery driver asking for his signature. The guard sighed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Next time I'll check twice before checking once.’

3. On an unusually foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the KPMG headquarters and noticed something peculiar—an old, dusty bicycle parked next to the loading dock. Curious, he approached it and found a note stuck to the handlebars: ‘Lost in thought again? Here’s your ride home.’ Turned out, it belonged to a regular who always forgot his bike here. The driver laughed, thinking how fitting it was for such a serious-looking place.

4. One day, a delivery driver parked his truck next to the KPMG office and noticed something peculiar inside the loading bay—an old, dusty violin case, left behind or forgotten. The driver opened it curiously, only to discover an ancient instrument covered in dust. He decided to take it upstairs, thinking someone might appreciate it. Later that evening, as colleagues gathered for tea, soft melodies filled the air. Turned out, the violin belonged to a retired musician who lived next door. Now, every Wednesday at 3 PM, everyone gathers for impromptu concerts.