He was about to protest as she shoved the slip into his hand, but came up short at the last bit of her rushed explanation. Blinking, he stared at the digits.

.......Girl number.....

"I...." He hesitated, trying to think of what to say. ".....Uncle Scrooge....he probably owns the news company. So....it'd be safer to, uh....call your personal number, right?"

Nailed it.