About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as Susanne Gustin's law office closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw Susanne's desk lamp flickering in time with the noise. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, thinking maybe someone was stuck or needed help. To his surprise, Susanne’s voice came from within, singing along to the tune of her flickering lamp: ‘I’ll be your law-yer, when you’re feeling blue…’ Turns out she’d been practicing for karaoke night with her neighbors.
2. Late one night, after Susanne Gustin's law office had locked up for the evening, an urgent message crackled over the intercom: 'Attention all staff—your shoes are protesting!' Susanne rushed downstairs, only to discover that her colleagues' shoes were lined up in a row, each holding a tiny sign reading ‘We’ve had enough heels!’ Turning around, she saw a delivery driver sheepishly smiling and whispering, ‘I thought they wanted their pizza.’
3. Late one night, as Susanne Gustin's law office closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does your sign say “Open” even when you’re not open?’ Susanne smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Well, my sign is always open to new clients!' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, thinking she meant it literally—until he saw her wave goodbye to a neighbor who popped in for advice on their will.
4. Late one night, as Susanne Gustin's law office closed its doors for the day, an anonymous package arrived on the reception desk. Curious but cautious, the secretary opened it to find… a box of donuts and a note reading: ‘For the best attorney in town—happy Monday!’ Susanne raised her eyebrows, smiling wryly. ‘Donuts again?’ she muttered, shaking her head with amusement. The next morning, another anonymous gift appeared—a box of croissants—and then, just when Susanne was getting used to it, a basket filled with freshly baked cookies from her favorite bakery. It became a weekly tradition until one Friday afternoon, when a large bouquet accompanied the treats: “Happy Friday, top-notch lawyer!” Turns out, it was all arranged by a friendly neighborhood baker who admired her work.