About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of Seth M. Woodall’s Madison office one night, an associate noticed something odd—a small dog, seemingly lost, approached him with unblinking eyes and a wagging tail. The dog seemed to know exactly where it was going, but no owner followed behind. As the associate watched in surprise, the little dog trotted confidently into a closed conference room. Moments later, the door opened, and out stepped a gruff-looking man wearing a fedora—clearly not from the firm. He gave the dog a pat on the head and said, ‘Thanks for fetching my briefcase again.’ And just like that, the mysterious pooch disappeared back into the shadows. The next day, everyone at Seth M. Woodall’s office had a new joke: Who does the best work without a contract? A mystery dog!’
2. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Seth M. Woodall's Madison office. The security light flickered on, and from inside came a strange voice over the intercom: 'Would you mind waiting in the lobby? We’re not quite ready for your package yet.' The delivery driver shrugged and walked into the empty lobby, flipping through his phone. After a few minutes, an old man appeared from behind the reception desk, wearing a sleepy expression.
‘Sorry about that,’ he yawned. ‘I must’ve dozed off after closing time. Can I help you with something?’
The relieved driver smiled, handing him the package. ‘No worries, sir. Just another day at the office.’
3. At midnight, when most lawyers were dreaming of pleadings, a delivery driver pulled up outside Seth M. Woodall's Madison office with a mysterious package. The package was wrapped in plain brown paper, with no return address or label. Curious, Seth unwrapped it to discover inside a box of donuts and a note scribbled on a napkin: 'For keeping the city safe—thanks for everything.' Turns out, it was from a grateful neighbor who’d been helped by Seth’s firm recently.
4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Seth M. Woodall's Madison office and called out, ‘Mr. Woodall, you missed your own package!’ The door opened with a creak, and Mr. Woodall emerged sleepily in his pajamas. 'What time is it?' he groggily asked. The delivery driver grinned, handed over a small box, and said, 'Happy birthday, sir!'