About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably cold autumn morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Wilshire Law Firm with a package. As he approached the front door, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, muttering something under his breath and holding what looked like a tiny briefcase. The delivery driver paused for a moment, then decided to join him. ‘Morning,’ he said cheerfully. The old man glanced up, smiled warmly, and whispered, ‘Just waiting for my secret client.’ They both laughed, and as the driver left, he overheard the old man muttering, ‘Next time I’ll send a FedEx drone…’
2. One day, after hours, a young intern noticed something peculiar outside Wilshire Law Firm’s window. A stray cat kept appearing exactly at midnight and walked right through the empty office lobby without so much as a hiss or purr. Curious, she followed it one night and found herself in an old storage room filled with dusty files. There, nestled among ancient contracts, was a tiny bell that chimed precisely at midnight—attracting not just cats but also a regular who brought his own lunch every morning unnoticed by everyone.
3. A delivery driver parked his truck and walked into the building with a mysterious package. As he left, he absentmindedly dropped something small on the pavement near the loading dock. Curious, an office cleaner bent down to pick it up—only to discover it was a tiny plastic model of a courthouse. She laughed out loud, thinking how oddly appropriate it seemed for a law firm. Later that day, someone in the mailroom found her wearing a strange smile and asked if everything was okay.
4. A delivery driver parked his truck and walked into the building with a mysterious package under his arm. As he approached the reception desk, the secretary glanced up curiously but said nothing, simply nodding him through. The delivery driver tiptoed past empty offices until he reached an old wooden door marked ‘Partner’s Lounge.’ He opened it quietly, revealing a table piled high with sandwiches and coffee mugs. A gruff voice growled from behind, ‘Who the hell are you?’ With a sheepish smile, the driver replied, ‘Just here for my weekly lunch delivery, Mr. Wilshire!’