Because this is her typical morning, Edie Laquer is a very unusual woman. She arises from the exquisitely carved wooden bed in her opulent Coconut Grove penthouse at 3:00 a.m. After a workout, she dresses in a black turtleneck, black blazer, and black skirt. With her kinky auburn and blond-streaked hair cascading onto her shoulders, she climbs into her leased 1996 beige Jaguar four-door, then drives alone through the early morning darkness to a building on Brickell Avenue. She walks across the maroon carpeting of her office, passes a wall covered with sales-award plaques, and arrives at her desk by 4:30. On a table nearby sits a small bronze sculpture of wild-haired woman dramatically pointing a bow and arrow skyward. Like Diana, goddess of the hunt, Laquer (pronounced la-CURE) assiduously stalks her quarry. First she organizes and files paperwork so nothing is on her large wooden desk but projects for the day. "It's total quiet," she notes with pleasure. "Just me and the traffic." She studies aerial photographs of properties she is preparing to sell, writes up real estate descriptions and correspondence to clients, and designs brochures. Everything is under control. But soon the real world arrives. By 8:00 a.m. her secretary is fielding phone calls at a rate... More >>>