Summoned by the CEO, Zidane muscled his way into the office.  His own physical size was impressive.  He found that he intimidated even here in The City, where such things were of no consequence.  There was no inherent value in his strength in the digital environment, it was merely an accurate representation of his stature.  But it made people nervous, and it made them forget how smart he actually was.  The interviewer girl looked suitably impressed, certainly.
“Ms. Evans was just leaving.”  Dawn began to protest, but stopped.  Together they watched the top of Midas tower erupt in flames.