GM   Friday 2nd May, late afternoon...   The offices of the Ledger...   "Hey beautiful, can I buy you dinner?"   Marcus Lane was his name. He was a young man with chiselled looks, a mop of slightly unruly blonde hair and bright blue eyes the female staff often swam in. He wasn't the best dressed, the tallest or the broadest guy in the building, but he had a natural charm and cheekbones you could chop vegetables in.    At the end of the week, the staff were winding down after five gruel