Author: Rebecca Hayes
Rebecca Hayes
Rebecca Hayes is a business writer and process improvement consultant based in Denver, Colorado. With over 5 years of experience in corporate operations and strategic planning, Rebecca brings a structured, no-fluff approach to her writing at BlueLineBusiness. Her focus is on helping entrepreneurs and professionals cut through complexity with clear, actionable insights that keep business moving in the right direction. Outside of writing, she’s passionate about systems thinking, Lean methodology, and hiking Colorado’s blue-lined trail maps with her family.
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