Hire a PR manager

"A PR manager will suit my needs well. Give me your best one."

"Very well. Michael, if you will?"

Already getting up halway through his superior's beckoning, a snazzily dressed man in his late thirties gets up and boldly marches to the front to greet his client with a firm handshake. He shows all the signs of a vicious go-getter.

"Michael Neuvo at your service, Your Divinity. A PR manager extraordinaire. I'll contort the minds of the general public in your favor within a day if that floats your goat."

"I like you already."

"Just sign these. My standard client-side contract in duplicate, as well as a waiver for any possible heebie-jeebies in the space-time continuum. I wrote this up in advance."

"Done and done," Eva announces, setting aside her pen.

"Good. Just one question headed your way: What's it gonna be?"

"Hm?"

"You say you wanna rule the world like some sort of a motherglubbin' Lovecraftian Elder monstrosity, without directly controlling people's minds, is that right?"

"Preferably yes."

"Righty-o, I've got a few tricks I can do then."

Michael plonks down a stack of folders from under the table.

"Here are your options, basically."

The main consultant hesitates

"Uh, Michael, when did you write these? We just found out ab-"

"Are you still here? Begone, the lot of you! This is a private conversation between a client and a consultant."

Before anyone else can object, Eva has transported the two into some currently-unused conference room of an entirely other company.

"Where were we? Oh right. Just pick any of these options, if you will."