“Wow.”
“Yes. The man who owned the factory asked to meet with my uncle to discuss the situation. He begged my uncle to meet with him. He’d already lost everything but said he wanted to call a truce and move forward with his life. Klaus didn’t want to go but my father guilt-tripped him so hard, my uncle agreed to meet with him. They shared a cup of coffee and my uncle’s drink was laced with batrachotoxin.”
“What is batrachotoxin?” She was hanging off every word.
“A toxin found in a poison frog from South America. This guy got it off the illegal markets from someone he once bought shitty chocolate from. Killed my uncle. He died in seconds.”
“Holy s**t. Why did I never hear of this?”
“It happened some time ago and our family kept it relatively quiet. My grandfather and Dad ran the compan
