She shifted uncomfortably. Time for a little management improvisation.
She clapped her hands. “To me, everyone!” pressing a finger to her ear and an imaginary ear phone.
“Oh wow, really? Mr Speith that’s great news. I’ll get on to it straight away.”
“OK,” the manager explained. “Turns out Mr Speith is offering ordinary Plutonians the chance to caddy for him at the Scottish Open on Planet Earth!”
The crowd gasped.
The manager sighed, relieved. Let them find out later that Plutonians and too much water were incompatible.