"It couldn't hurt." She rolls the idea around, chews on it a little for a moment. And then she nods slowly. "Yeah, I'll give it a try then maybe. I'm kind of hesitatiant to blatantly write it down though." Talking about it in a joking tone amongst drinking buddies outside had been one thing. Solid, physical and non-drunken proof is another.

She glances back over to Xanxus, expression grim. "I don't know. This business isn't what I've always wanted but I figured I would be content. I would be sticking it to my dad and be away from them. The longer I'm in this business though, the less I can really remember about why I don't like them and the more I'm dreaming about disliking this other man that keeps getting labeled 'Father'."

And there Mai punctuates her words with, "So what do we do if this does turn out to be management? Do we walk or do we punch them like we probably should do?". Because the last thing Mai will stand for in the end is being used against her will. She knows that.