Real estate isn’t my career. It’s my DNA, my core, my destiny.
Some people choose real estate. I was raised inside it. My father and his brothers are entrepreneurs and investors; my mother, a Spanish teacher, taught me that patience and education are a form of wealth you can’t lose. Born in New York, Floridian since ten, I’ve spent twenty-six years turning that contrast into an edge: New York pace, Florida roots.
There’s a coincidence in my family’s names I’ve always liked. Taveras traces to old Iberian land. Chávez comes from chaves — “keys.” Ramírez, “the counselor.” Sánchez, “the trusted.” Land, keys, counsel, trust — the vocabulary of this business, generations before anyone handed me a license.
I earned that license in 2013, after a business degree from Palm Beach State College, and kept learning where it counts: in the field, and inside the industry’s best firms — RE/MAX and Compass among them — before building my own. Atlis Realty and Atlis Property Management are what a lifetime around real estate becomes when it’s run with an owner’s mindset. Nobody watches a property like the person who owns one.
Thirteen years in, I’ve learned that luxury buyers and investors want opposite things and deserve the same thing. One is buying a feeling; the other is buying a number. Both require precision — and my job is to know which is which, and to be right.
The work never repeats, which is exactly why I love it: new people, new architecture, a different life behind every door. It’s the part that felt like craft the first time, and still does.
Which brings me to today — 600+ doors under management, 98% of rent collected every month, zero evictions in four years on the tenants we placed, and an A+ from the BBB. At home, I’m a husband and the father of a three-year-old, living in Jupiter with our headquarters just up the road in Palm Beach Gardens.
One standard hasn’t moved: the job isn’t done until you’re satisfied. Not ninety-five percent. One hundred.
