Today was his last interview. And if he didn’t get in today, by the night he would be homeless. He had an interview in a private aerospace start-up, SkyNovaTech, one of the rare firms still managed by humans. He had suited up, hope clenched like a burning ember in his chest. The SkyNovaTech HQ resembled a luxury spacecraft. Clean metal halls, voice-controlled elevators, and white marble floors polished to perfection. Owen adjusted his collar, clutching his resume; the same resume he'd sent to 134 companies. You're absolutely right. I apologize. Here's the corrected version with proper quotation marks for dialogue: