CHAPTER 56: THE DARKPAST METHOD [2]

The sentence echoed again in Philip’s head like a drumbeat he couldn’t silence.

"He was with us."

Raymond Carter... shielded by The Circle?

It didn’t make sense. How could someone so deeply trusted by The Circle keep such a past completely hidden? Philip had worked within the system for years, he had seen files, heard stories, but never once had Raymond’s name come up as a former member.

Philipe sat frozen in the Top Room, his eyes locked on the box George had just handed him. His thoughts swirled. Everything he believed about Raymond, about The Circle, about this entire mission, suddenly felt like a puzzle with missing pieces.

He didn’t even notice when George stood and walked back to his desk. George noticed the daze and cleared his throat.

"Philip," he said firmly. "Are you that surprised?"

Philip blinked and finally looked up. "You’ve never mentioned it. Not even once. Not even by accident."

George let out a tired sigh. He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window, as though the city lights held the answers.

"Well," he said quietly, "that was a long, long time ago. Before many of the people you now see in power were even brought in. Raymond... was one of the earliest assets. Brilliant. But... dangerous."

Philip listened closely.

"Why do you think he’s able to challenge us the way he does now?" George asked, locking eyes with him. "It’s not luck. It’s not magic. It’s because he knows how we operate. He understands our systems, our strategies, and even our blind spots. That’s why we’ve been working nonstop to change protocols, security routes, everything.

George walked over and stood beside him, placing a firm hand on the box. "These files," he said, voice steady, "this is everything. Everything that’s never been spoken of is in here. And now I’m giving it to you."

He looked directly into Philip’s eyes. "Do not take this lightly. This is more than a box of files. This is a weapon. Use it wisely."

Philip nodded slowly, still trying to process it all.

He reached out and placed his hands on the box. George, noticing Philip was still lost in thought, stepped back and called his name again.

"Philip," he said sharply. "Listen to me carefully now."

Philip straightened, alert.

George’s expression turned stone cold. "Remember what I said. If you fail this task... if you don’t bring Raymond down now, there is no coming back for you."

"There’ll be nothing left for you here," George continued. "No second chances. No ’next time.’ Nothing. Just like others who failed before you. You either bring him down, or you fall with him."

The silence that followed was heavy.

Philip looked down at the box in his hands. Inside it was the past of a man who had become a legend. A ghost. A threat. And now it was up to him to expose that past... to tear it apart and destroy the man behind it.

He looked up, with eyes full of determination.

"I won’t fail," he said with quiet resolve. "I’ll bring him down. I’ll earn my position."

George studied him for a moment, then gave a single nod. "Good," he said.

"..."

Philip didn’t waste a second. The moment he stepped out of the Top Room, he made his way down the offices, straight to his section, his corner of the building where he worked.

Clutching the box tightly in his arms, he ignored the greetings from passing colleagues and the buzzing of his phone. His hands were already itching to rip the box open and see what exactly George had been hiding all these years.

As soon as he got in and shut the door behind him, he dropped the box gently on his desk. Then, with one deep breath, he opened the lid. He started going through the files one by one, his eyes scanning rapidly, his heart pounding with each page turned.

And then, boom. A photograph.

He picked it up carefully. It was old, possibly over two decades old. In it were some younger guys, but he recognized two of them, George and Raymond. Standing side by side. Smiling.

Philip’s eyes widened. "What the hell..."

He flipped the photo and saw a small scribble on the back:

’Omega Corp Launch — Year One.’

That was just the beginning.

File after file... more documents followed. Some had George’s name boldly printed. Others, Raymond Carter’s signature, clear. Not once. Not twice. Many times.

Then came a thick folder with the label: ’Omega Corporation — Founders’ Board.’

Philip’s hands shook slightly as he opened it. Inside were board meeting records, early strategy plans, partnership documents, and most shocking of all, a founders’ declaration, signed by seven people.

One of them was Raymond Carter.

Philip sat back in his chair, mouth slightly open. "He... he helped build Omega?" he whispered.

It didn’t stop there. Another folder was filled with internal transactions, some legal, others... not so much.

Hidden accounts.

Money funneled through unknown sources.

Slush funds.

Signed and approved by, Raymond.

Philipe leaned forward, grabbed one of the documents, and stared at it. The ink may have faded a little over time, but the signature was bold and proud.

He grinned.

"This is it," he muttered. "This is exactly what we need."

He felt a wave of triumph. The missing piece, the skeleton in Raymond’s closet, was now in his hands. With this, they could destroy him, ruin his credibility, and expose him for who he truly was. No one would believe Raymond was clean again.

But then... just as he was about to stack the files neatly, a strange quietness settled in the room.

His grin faded. A thought crept into his mind. "If Raymond was part of all this... if he helped build Omega from the ground up... then what changed?"

Why would someone who helped create such a powerful empire suddenly break away... and start fighting against it?

Philip looked back at the picture again. That smile on Raymond’s face didn’t look fake. He seemed proud, confident. He believed in what he was building.

So what happened?

What went wrong between Raymond, George, and The Circle?

Why did a man go from being a founding member... to public enemy number one?

Philip leaned back in his chair, still staring at the documents spread across the table. He had found the truth, but in doing so, he had uncovered more questions than answers.

He picked up one of the files again, but this time, he wasn’t just looking for evidence.

He was searching for the story behind the fall.

Because whatever it was that turned Raymond into a rebel, it had to be big. Bigger than betrayal. Bigger than money.

It had to be personal.