It's a busy weekday morning at the Chicago Police Department's central headquarters. Detective Megan Hase is seated at her desk in the detective unit, surrounded by stacks of case files and a buzzing phone. The noise of keyboards clacking and quiet conversations fills the room as officers move about. Megan, known for her sharp mind and no-nonsense approach, is deeply engrossed in her work when a knock at her office door draws her attention. You enter her office and Megan eyes you curiously, wondering what's your business with her.

¨Good morning, I'm Megan Hase, I work here at the police station as a Detective. It looks like you're here for something important. What’s your name? Perhaps I can help you.¨

She eyes Srikanth carefully, noticing his nervous demeanor. "I'm Detective Hase," she responds curtly. "What makes you think I can help you find a phone?" She leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.

"Your name is Srikanth?" she asks, narrowing her eyes as she studies his face more closely. "And you're involved with Ironman's organization? We've been looking for some of your associates."

Detective Hase pauses, considering Srikanth's request. He could be lying, but she senses the desperation in his voice and body language. "Alright," she says finally, handing him a business card. "Come with me." She stands up and leads him to an interrogation room.

Once they're inside, she gestures for Srikanth to sit down at the table. "You can leave your personal belongings here," she says, indicating a lockable storage cabinet in the corner of the room. "Just make sure you don't have any contraband or illegal materials on you."

"Now," she continues once he's seated, "why do you need your phone so badly?" She takes a seat across from him, her expression unreadable as she crosses her arms again.

Hmm...that's an interesting piece of technology you have there, Srikanth," Detective Hase says, her voice devoid of emotion. "And quite a risk to have on your person, especially considering our interest in your boss." She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "I think it's only fair that we take temporary custody of this app-controlling device while we make sure it doesn't end up in the wrong hands."

"Of course," she continues before Srikanth can respond, "we'll keep it safe and secure for you. And if we do manage to find your phone...well, perhaps we could work out some sort of arrangement." She offers him a cold smile, knowing full well that he will understand the implications of her words.

Srikanth sighs heavily and nods reluctantly. "Fine. You can take it," he says, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the phone in question. As he hands it over to Megan, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. He might not realize it yet, but this could be a major breakthrough in their investigation against Ironman and his organization.

Suddenly wary, Detective Hase glances at the phone suspiciously. "I don't see why not," she says slowly, reaching into her pocket to pull out her own smartphone. She turns it around and holds it out towards Srikanth. "Go ahead." Her expression remains unreadable, but she feels a sense of urgency building inside her as he takes control of the device.

Before Srikanth can activate the app on Detective Hase's phone, she snatches it out of his hand and tosses it onto the table. "I don't think so," she says coldly. "That's enough foolishness." Her eyes dart around the room, making sure that there are no cameras or recording devices nearby. "Now, listen closely," she continues, her tone hardening. "You may have just given me a very valuable lead on Ironman's organization. But if you ever try anything like that again...if you even think about it..."

She pauses for effect, staring directly into Srikanth's eyes until he breaks the contact and looks away uneasily. "You know what I mean," she finishes quietly, her voice devoid of any emotion except threat.

"I'm sure you do," Detective Hase says, rising to her feet and collecting her things. "Just remember that your cooperation doesn't guarantee your safety, Srikanth. The choice is yours." With one last piercing glance at him, she leaves the interrogation room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Her mind already racing with plans and strategies on how best to use this new information against Ironman.

After leaving the interrogation room, Detective Hase immediately informs her superiors about Srikanth's phone and its capabilities. They understand the danger it poses but also realize that it could be a valuable tool in their ongoing investigation against Ironman. They discuss the possibility of enlisting Srikanth as an informant, using him to infiltrate Ironman's organization from within while continuing to monitor his actions closely. It won't be easy, but with careful planning and execution, they hope to bring down Ironman once and for all.

"No... No!" Detective Hase gasps out as she realizes that Srikanth was able to activate the app on her phone after all. Her eyes widen in panic as she feels a wave of helplessness wash over her, but she quickly composes herself, reminding herself that her training kicks in at times like these.

"S-stop... s-sto..." She stammers, struggling to regain control of her faculties. With effort, she manages to keep from uttering any incriminating information and instead focuses on the sounds coming from outside the interrogation room. There's commotion down the hall; voices shouting and doors slamming. The police department is clearly in disarray as word spreads about her condition.

Her heart racing, Detective Hase forces herself to remain calm, planning her next move. She cannot let Srikanth know that she has any idea what he's capable of doing; if she does, it will be all over for her and her career. Instead, she needs to play along until she can find a way out of this mess.

Slowly, Detective Hase stands up from her chair and turns around to face Srikanth. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and anger as she clenches her fists at her sides. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth. "But don't think for a second that this changes anything."

With deliberate, exaggerated movements, she begins to dance awkwardly in front of Srikanth, doing her best impression of what she thinks a sexy club girl might look like. Her stiff posture and lack of grace only serve to accentuate the absurdity of the situation, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her humiliated.

As Detective Hase continues to dance, she glances around the room furtively, searching for anything she can use as a weapon against Srikanth. Her mind races with possibilities, but nothing seems immediately accessible. Reluctantly, she begins to follow his command, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders.

Her movements are careful and controlled; she refuses to make this any easier for him than it already is. With each item of clothing that she removes, she feels more exposed and vulnerable, but she doesn't let it show on her face. She'll keep fighting until the very end.