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Standfast dialed Donovan's number, his heart pounding. He had to report what he had seen, but he dreaded the possible reaction. As the phone rang, he steeled himself for the conversation ahead.

Donovan answered on the third ring, his voice groggy from sleep. "Standfast? What is it?"

"P.o, I need to report something," Standfast began, his voice steady despite his nerves. "I saw your wife at the campus lecture hall tonight. She was studying there, despite the previous incidents and your strict instructions."

Donovan was silent for a moment, processing the information. Fury surged within him, but he took a deep breath, reigning it in. "I appreciate the information, Standfast," he finally said, his voice calm. "Don't worry about it. I'm aware of the situation." He added that to ease Standfast of speculations.

"Thank you. I just wanted to do my duty. I hope you're not mad at me," Standfast said, relief washing over him.

"I'm not mad," Donovan assured him. "You did the right thing. Get some