ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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 Rob Yeung is a business psychologist and a Director at consultancy Talentspace (www.talentspace.co.uk), the organization that he co-founded to help individuals, teams, and organizations to sycceed. He works with clients ranging from start-up businesses with only a handful of employees t large established businesses such as banking giant HSBC and advertising agency Bartle Bogle Hegarty.

Rob specializes in coaching business  owners and managers on issue such as effective networking, leadership skills, managing change and business growth. He is also an expert in the field of management assessment – providing in-depth psychological  profiles of  the strengths and weaknesses of prospective candidates for employers to make informed decisions about who to hire.

Rob has written over a dozen books – The Rules of Entrepreneurship is his 1 4th book. Many of his boks have been translated into other languages and reprinted many  times for publication around the world. He is a regular  presenter and expert, for example having presented  How To Get Your Dream Job on the BBC. Apassionate conference teacher, he is frequently asked to address business people from around the world on topics such as entrepreneurship, leadership, and achieving success.




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