* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * charles roman sat in the back of his new beemer on his way to work.he loved having a driver.it gave him time to think.but today he would have preferred the distraction of traffic.he had a spreadsheet on his lap and was going over the companys current expenses.he was out of time.there was no way they were going to meet their expenses.the study had to run for another two months before they could start raking in any profit from suprame.charles pulled out his cell phone and dialed sams private number.yo , '' sam answered .