Then there was the brawl back in June involving Brown and rapper Drake, whom she was maybe dating for a bit, at a Manhattan club. Reportedly, Brown had sent the rapper champagne, and Drake returned the gift with a note saying, “I’m fucking the love of your life.” Next thing you knew, the place turned into the Greeks versus the Trojans, with her as Helen of Troy. I’d asked her about it at dinner. Her tone turned impenetrable, lawyerly: “There’s no proof of that being for my love. That’s my answer to that question.” Then she immediately turned it back on me: “You ever have bitches fight over you?”