"Devon, make sure the cameras are hidden. Grace, tune the mics. The viewers should be able to hear everything. Everyone, ready for your positions!"
By how focused and serious everyone was, it could almost be mistaken that we were in a battle. In a way, I guess we were, specifically, me. This was both my declaration and the start of war, but instead of fighting with steel and swords, I would be using another form of weapon.
The media.
People like Gwen thrived on their fame and popularity. Without those two, she was nothing but another pretty face with a hideous personality. The best way to win a fight was to take control of the battlefield first, and I maneuvered my pieces to their optimum places to deal the most damage.
I had to strike where it hurt and where Gwen couldn't fight back.
