[ tomassen makes a soft noise of acknowledgement as he flips to the last page of the contract again, landing on the date. he does some quick math in his head before his expression falls, a slow exhale as he lets the folder fall closed. ]

She wants justice, but at what cost?

[ he asks finally, settling back into his chair, his expression level. ]

She will need medical examinations, physical and mental. Depositions, testimony, interrogatories about her experiences. She will need to be poked and prodded by dozens of people in order to substantiate ... this.

[ with a wave of his hand at the pile of paperwork. ]

And Heleen will hardly go down without a fight. Pekka had something to leverage against him; Heleen has none. No husband, wife, child. She has her gold and diamonds, and nothing else. Which will make her five times as likely to fight to the last breath, given she has nothing to protect except what we are trying to take away from her. And --

[ he taps his fingers on top of the folder. ]

We cannot paper the file like we could in your case. She will need to tell a jury what happened to her. Name names. String up powerful people. You think she's ready to do that?