Temping agencies have discovered a way to market themselves as something other than a last resort for broke artists and musicians.
Meet EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT IRIS!
Sure a guy can dream of being a cowboy or an astronaut or heck, Superman, but us ladies don't have such high hopes.
Iris is your average executive assistant: hot, demure, loves serving tea.
But when a business deal goes awry...
BAM! Iris fucks shit up!
Trading one racist, creepy fantasy for another? Sure! Completely trite? Of course!
But then, this comic breaks new ground.
WHAT? I've been lead to believe that's impossible! I hope Batman never meets this dude, the most perceptive random thug ever!
Anyway, don't expect a comic full of Excel spreadsheets and dry cleaning that needs to be picked up.
But do expect to be told "I'm an executive assistant" over and over again.