“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem.” Ma’am Ventura, no less than the Queen of Trolls herself, looked down the long table through her oversize Versace shades at her social media managers, who were nervously fixing their ties and tapping their Jinhao pens in anticipation of what she had to say. Their managers’ meetings usually didn’t start until 10 p.m. – when the day’s news would have aired and they had the whole night to prepare for the next day’s barrage of posts – but today she had messaged them to come in at eight, apparently at the request of the mystery guest who sat to her left. He…