Allyson's POV
"Call me Ran," he demanded, his voice taking on a menacing edge as he positioned himself between me and the door. "I'm prepared to invest millions in your application. Surely you understand what I expect in return for such generosity?"
"Sir, any compensation terms will be outlined in our formal agreement," I responded, forcing my voice to remain steady while stepping backward. "You have no business being in here with me. Leave immediately. Your behavior is completely inappropriate."
He moved closer, eliminating the space I had created, his breath creating a suffocating heat against my face that made my stomach turn. "I recognize your type perfectly. You present this virtuous facade," he said with contempt, his fingers trailing along my cheek. "But given the right incentive, you would spread yourself wide open."
