**Chapter 1: The Executive's Obsession**
Part 1
Kyle Broflovski thought he was ready for anything when he accepted the job as executive assistant at Broflos Inc.—but nothing could have prepared him for Eric Cartman. As he walked into the office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The CEO's office was a grand, opulent space with a stunning view of the city skyline. Cartman sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on Kyle with an unnerving intensity. "Ah, Kyle," Cartman said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Right on time. I like that." Kyle felt a shiver run down his spine as he approached the desk. He had heard rumors about Cartman's reputation as a ruthless businessman, but he had dismissed them as small-town gossip. Now, he wasn't so sure. "Good morning, Mr. Cartman," Kyle said, trying to sound professional. Cartman waved a hand dismissively. "Call me Eric, Kyle. We're going to be working very closely together." Kyle's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the sound of that. "Of course, Eric." Cartman leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "So, Kyle, I hear you're quite the smart aleck. I like that. But let me make one thing clear: I'm the boss, and you're just my assistant. You'll do what I say, when I say it. No questions asked." Kyle felt a spark of anger ignite within him. Who did this guy think he was? But he bit back his retort, reminding himself that he needed this job. "Yes, Eric," he said, his voice neutral. Cartman's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Good boy, Kyle. I think we're going to get along just fine." As the day went on, Kyle found himself growing increasingly frustrated with Cartman's constant belittling and condescension. But every time he tried to stand up to him, Cartman would find a way to undermine him, making him feel like a helpless little boy. By the end of the day, Kyle was seething. He stormed out of Cartman's office, slamming the door behind him. But as he walked back to his own office, he couldn't shake the feeling that Cartman had gotten under his skin. He felt...exposed. Vulnerable. And then, just as he was about to sit down at his desk, Cartman's voice stopped him. "Kyle?" He turned to see Cartman standing in the doorway, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Yes, Eric?" Kyle said warily. Cartman took a step closer, his eyes locked on Kyle's. "I think we need to discuss your...performance. In private." Kyle felt a shiver run down his spine as Cartman's words hung in the air, heavy with implication. What did Cartman want from him? And why did Kyle feel like he was already in trouble?