Anka glared at the police officers as they wound their way through the maze of cubicle half-walls.  Who did they think they were?  The cops were the company’s token nod to the idea of an outside authority, a fictional check against the truth:  Midas Corporation ruled The City, absolutely.  What purpose did they think to serve by this ridiculous show of force?  Eventually, they would have to withdraw, embarrassed and humiliated.  Midas would issue a statement of ‘apology’ and things would carry on.  Midas was invulnerable.  These were her last thoughts before the wall of flame swept the office.