ACT I - CHAPTER 17

INVITATION IN MANCHESTER

Saturday February 24, 2017

Oldchester Vikings Club Stadium

Manchester England

As the new coach spoke, Alexandre remembered Victoria’s joy when he’d explained that emotions came from a rational evaluation of cultural norms people seldom noticed. She’d known it, but couldn’t put it into words. Now she could help friends who believed their emotions were free and spontaneous.

“Let’s keep attacking! Well done! Keep it simple. Precision, position, timing, rhythm! Everyone knows who to mark! Play for the goal as a team! Alexandre, go through the middle and watch the offside!” shouted José Capra before they entered the field.

The Club had changed coaches, and the players were happier. His philosophy matched what Alexandre was learning with Ricardo and Arturo. He was an eagle like them, a great addition to their meetings. Alexandre began to notice a silent diaspora of eagles across the world. If the book became the tool of a global self-educational movement, José was the ideal leader.

He placed each player according to his strengths and trained them to refine their individual abilities. He applies the Law of Identity and Causality, Alexandre thought as he watched him. If A is A, every player must act according to his nature and skill.

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Greg’s hysterical speeches and emotional whims, benching players just because “he felt it”, were gone. José focused on improvement. They adapted fast.

Ten minutes before the end, tied on the scoreboard, Jameson, Oldchester’s top forward, scored a brilliant goal. They fought back, but he scored again five minutes later. They lost four to two. Twice they almost scored, but each attempt opened space for merciless counterattacks. The championship and the World Cup training had left most of them exhausted.

Two hours later, Victoria and Alexandre sat on a couch in front of the hotel bar. Sushi and champagne arrived. Francisca entered in high heels and a short grey silk dress. She saw them and approached.

“Sit with us,” Victoria said, sliding aside so Alexandre was in the middle. He checked his pocket. Boris’s GPS was there.

“You’re in good company, philosopher!” a teammate shouted from across the bar. Alexandre raised his hand in reply.

“Today we’re celebrating my father’s birthday here,” Francisca said, crossing one leg over the other so her thigh brushed Alexandre’s hand.

“You look beautiful in that dress,” Victoria said, thinking, How shameless!

“And you’re a piece of heaven in summer,” Francisca replied, thinking, How cute!

“Stay for the party! My treat. It’ll be elegant. Then maybe we can have our own private celebration,” she said, tilting her head and tossing her long, red curls. Will little birds fall? Will they?

“Afraid we can’t,” Victoria said. “We’re leaving for Cambridge tomorrow.” I’ll unmask you, she thought.

“Oh, what a pity. I’d have loved to host you. I’ve a private suite perfect for philosophy talk,” Francisca said.

“It’s a family dinner. My parents invited us. We’d have loved to stay,” Victoria replied, crossing her legs. She was tempted. This was her chance to unmask the enemy.

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll find a time for the three of us,” Francisca said, placing her hand on Victoria’s thigh and leaving it there.

“If Alexandre’s team use your father’s hotels, we’ll meet again,” Victoria said, resting her hand on top of hers.

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“Of course! Oh, just seeing you makes me happy!” Francisca said, standing up.

“You’re leaving? So soon?” Victoria asked, rising too.

“I must get back to work. You kept my card?”

“Indeed,” Victoria said, pulling it from her bag.

“When you can, call me. We’ll go shopping in London,” Francisca added.

“Oh, I’d love that,” Victoria said.

“Goodbye, Alexandre,” Francisca replied. He stood up.

“I like that you’re becoming good friends,” Alexandre said, holding them by the waist and thinking, Ayayay.

“You two are mine!” Francisca added, kissing them both goodbye before turning and leaving.

“You like her?” Victoria asked once she was gone. Of course you do, she thought.

“You know I do. I won’t lie,” he answered.

“She’s dangerous,” Victoria replied. I’ll find out what happened, she thought.

“Dangerous? I thought you two were going shopping in London!”

“You’re right. Forget it.”

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One Exceptional Mind, by Charles Kocian. Copyright 2025. All rights reserved.

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