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“When a woman excels at her job, both male and female coworkers will remark that she may be accomplishing a lot, but is “not well-liked by her peers.” She is probably also “too aggressive,” “not a team player,” “a bit political,” “can’t be trusted,” or “difficult.”

Quote by Sheryl Sandberg

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Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead

This book delves into the personal and professional experiences of women, offering insights and advice on how to navigate corporate environments and achieve success in leadership positions. more

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Sheryl Sandberg
Sheryl Sandberg

Sheryl Sandberg is an American businesswoman and author, recognized for her role as the Chief Operating Officer of Facebook since 2008. She is also known for her advocacy for women in the workplace and her influential book 'Lean In'. more

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