"But madam," he protested, "we have set up all the parameters exactly as you specified." He willed himself to maintain contact with those piercingly formidable eyes, not to blink, not to look away. "And at considerable logistical and monetary cost, I might add."
"That's not my concern," she shot back. "I provided the vision and the financial means to accomplish it; it was the responsibility of your corporation to make that vision a reality." She adjusted the fox stole around her hunched shoulders, shifting the lush tail a fraction of an inch to the left. "This is the most ambitious art installation in the history of humankind and if you cannot provide the logistics to successfully complete it, then refund my deposit and I will find somebody who can."
He shifted uncomfortably. He could not afford to let this monumental opportunity slip away from him. To be known as the foundation that successfully produced the Blue Project would be enough to set him up for life. No more kowtowing to the Universal Federation of the Arts, no more undercutting other bids to produce overblown autobiographies of warlords, no more snuff films.
"Okay," he sighed. "We will re-calibrate the audio recorders so that they are closer to the ground, adjust the ultraviolet filters on the cameras, and then we will increase the dosage of lysergic acid added to the earth's bodies of water."
She regarded him for a moment, raised an eyebrow and rose out of her chair. "Good," she declared. "I want to see humanity phosphoresce this time. Vividly." She strode toward the door, then turned and added "And this time turn that damn system up to 11. It's German engineering, it can handle it."