Ben wasn't altogether surprised that Becca requested to meet at her shop instead.  After all, he had strategically asked her to meet him at his home, as it was easier to negotiate from a position of strength when on your own turf.  Not that he needed leverage, as he had everything at his disposal and she was the one with something to gain, but then, she didn't know the true nature of this suggestion, and the underlying motives.<br/><br/>In spite of the objection, he could clearly see some intrigue.  It was obvious to Ben that Becca was spinning her wheels, working so many hours that she was thinking day to day, and had lost sight of the big picture.  Truth is, that's how most people were, and that's how Ben made his money in the past.  He would start talking big picture and get clients excited, and they'd invest all their savings with him, making himself a lot of profit via commissions in the process.<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not some creeper, just fifteen minutes, and I'm right across the street," he said, peering out the window and pointing down the road a bit to the high rise condo.  "I'll expect you after closing time, but if not, don't worry you'll still have me as a loyal customer.  No hard feelings."