Levi plane construction. A job for the brilliant in mind with aspirations that soared higher than planes, that was the motto at least. “we build the planes that make you and your dreams soar!,” was another one of the various arrogant motto’s. They did there job well, building as if their life depended on it and constructing masterpieces that soared higher than the companys profit. There was the none stop noises of construction, masculine workers and planes built for the extreme and then there was Cooper Levi. The son of the father of the business with a mind that was to the others, dense and lacking of any ability to be successful. He was eighteen and had studied the planes for years with his father but no one had hope for him, in all honesty he really wasn’t the brightest brute. “cheer up chap! Next year maybe you can do something as easy as change a planes tire!” The workers would taunt him and shuffle his curly brown hair and laugh at the purple satin bag