You have to find a woman

Ivan Anderson strode into the grand office of Alton Lewis, the head of the secret agent headquarters in the USA. The room was adorned with sleek, modern furnishings, and the walls were lined with screens displaying real-time data feeds. The atmosphere was one of control and precision—just the kind of place where secrets were unraveled and mysteries solved.

Alton, a tall man with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, rose from behind his desk, extending his hand to Ivan with a warm smile. "Ivan, it’s good to see you," he greeted, the familiarity of old friends evident in his tone.

But as Ivan took Alton’s hand, the seriousness in his eyes immediately caught Alton’s attention. The smile on Alton's face faded, replaced by a look of concern. "What brings you here, my friend?" he asked, sensing the urgency in Ivan’s expression.

Ivan didn’t waste time. "I need your help, Alton," he said, his voice low and filled with an edge of vulnerability that was rare for him. He took a seat across from Alton