“I’m Gerald Sterling,” he said, his voice like gravel being ground in a cement mixer. “I paid $1.2 million in cash for this apartment. I have the deed. I have the keys. I have all the proper documentation. If you have a family squabble, take it outside or to a lawyer’s office. I’m trying to relax in my new home.”
1.2 million.
The number hit me like a continue reading …
