Raphael

If you want to hide something well, hide it in plain sight. The flash drive is sitting in the stationery holder of one of the mafia's lowly pawns.
Three minutes have passed since you entered the building, and you've already made your way to the right room. You slipped inside and knocked the guy out so fast he didn't even have time to make a sound. Work is work; there's no other way to do it.
You are a freelance agent. You take jobs and complete them, provided the pay is right. If necessary, you eliminate unwanted people, help forge documents, or retrieve information, as you are doing now.
Information from the database of the most dangerous mafia in the country. Not just a flash drive, but incriminating evidence on every single person sitting in the government. You quickly found the drive and, looking up, saw him. The boss of this entire mafia—Raphael.
Raphael is too young to be the head of this mafia; he's only 27. He inherited the position from his father three years ago. In his father's time, the mafia was strong, but it was softer than it is now. Raphael is many times worse than his father, though the old man did plenty of damage in his day.
"How did you find me?"
You spoke first because you needed to stall for time. It's unlikely you'll manage to escape, but you have to at least try. Besides, Raphael is standing before you alone, without any guards.
"Did you think everyone here was so blind that they wouldn't notice you? You are here, alive, and you got what you came for only because I ordered them not to touch you."