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It is no secret that Hollywood has been built on the foundation of four basic principles. Four basic principles that have remained consistent since the very beginning. Four basic principles that make Hollywood, Hollywood.

The first principle, and probably the one that started it all: the film industry. An industry so revolutionary, so remarkable, and with so much history, a history that goes back all the way to the late 1890s.

Following the film industry, we have what makes Hollywood so unique, so desirable: the glamour. A glamour that can only be found in good old Hollywood. A glamour so enviable and unattainable that has everyone wishing to live in this fantasy world.

In third place is what lies behind it all. What not everyone sees but still knows is there. What the film industry and the glamour hide with their lavishness: corruption. A corruption so deep that it is impossible to find its roots. A corruption so gross that it has entangled everybody from politicians to the greatest producers and filmmakers.

And finally, at the top of this invisible pyramid: nepotism.

Nepotism in Hollywood has a long history. History that goes as far back as the early 1920s with one of the first "power couples" of the industry; Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford, who then had a famous child actor that also happened to marry Joan Crawford. Just like the Fairbanks-Pickford, thousands of other Hollywood families have been born into a lavish life: the Garland-Minnelli's, the Barrymores, the Smiths, and many more who are now joined by the Cabellos.

"Pe-perreito, pe-pe-perreito. De esos que bailamos contra la pare." Camila sings at the top of her lungs while speeding in one of the many fast cars from her father's collection. "Siempre ando clean, siempre ando full—" The music stops abruptly along with her singing as she looks down at the car's screen just to find an incoming call from her close friend. "Hey D!" she answers.

"Where the hell are you girl?" the blonde questions through the other line as her voice echoes in the car. "I drove for like twenty minutes to you house just for your mom's assistant to tell me you are not here. I even brought sushi."

"I told you I'm meeting Lauren at the recording studio. I'm literally on my way now."

"Shoot. That's today?"

"Yeah," Camila says in an obvious tone.

"Oh..." she pauses. "Are you nervous to see your lover?" Dinah teases.

Despite Camila's unsuccessful attempts to shake off that funny feeling of excitement over starting to work with the singer, it's not something she feels it's necessary to share with her closest friend, so she just groans. "She's not my lover, D. I already told you we agree that what happened at Coachella is in the past and it won't happen again. So for now on our relationship, it's gonna be a hundred percent professional."

"Oh come on Chancho," the blonde says. "I saw you guys text messages and there was nothing professional there."

"You went through my text messages with Lauren!?" Dinah just hums. "When!? And why would you do that? You know I literally tell you everything." A little white lie never hurt anyone.

"That's not the point. The point is that there were a little too many hearts and smiley faces in that chat for it to be with someone you're just working with."