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Gabriella brought two other lawyers with her. They studiously crawled through every line of each agreement I would sign. There was also a confidentiality agreement that must be signed by each family member seeking an amnesty.
In our Dolder Hotel office, costing two hundred bucks an hour, I pointed at the text that offended me.
“I don’t like the word amnesty in these agreements, Gabriella. It implies we are being pardoned for illegal behavior.”
“I don’t like it either, but in this instance, I think their arrogance in treating everyone this way plays into your hands.”
“You mean because historic crimes or anything that might be perceived that way is admonished?”
“Yeah… you don’t know anything about Victor’s family… hell, he doesn’t know them well either. I’m sure there must be something they could hang on Katerina.”
“And this gives her a clean slate?”
“Yes, one hundred percent. This guy you’re dealing with is going out of his way to help you, Amy.”
“Why?”
“I have no idea, but perhaps not everyone in the Kremlin is an enemy of the last princess of a dynasty, Amy.”
“Jesus, Gabriella, you make me sound like a fairytale.”
“Maybe for some people, you are. You should understand this Romanov risk better rather than pretend it all went away when you made a statement relinquishing your rights.”