Marguerite unclipped her ID badge and dropped it on the desk as she strode out of her department. Her white coat flapping, she ignored the farewells of the receptionists and stomped out towards her car. It had been a hard day, and she needed to get home, have a glass of wine and relax. She took it out on the door of her car, slamming it more vigorously than it required, put her foot down and shot out onto the main road. B...