Scientology: inside the Auckland HQ

At the entrance to a disused plaza on Khyber Pass Rd, there’s a button with a sign that says: “Push for Church of Scientology.” I’m pushing it. Eventually the doors slide open and a pram with a baby in it emerges, propelled by a receptionist called Anna. “We aren’t having a Sunday service today,” she says as she drives the pram through the deserted mall and into a spacious lounge area. “But please, make yourself at home.”